I enjoy writing and reading gay snuff stories, and I like to imagine an awesome world run by Alpha Males, where torture and snuff of guys like me would be routine. In that world environmental issues are addressed, nations are at peace, prosperity is the norm, and there is a positive, stable social order. That’s because a select group of Alpha Males achieve total dominance, with a large beta class of citizens who live productive, fulfilling, but somewhat controlled lives. Supporting both groups would be a vast, disposable class of male slaves. We would be naked animals assigned dangerous and degrading tasks to support the needs and desires of our Alpha and beta class owners. Our bodies would be tortured, used sexually, and destroyed at the whims of our masters, with zero limits on what is done to us or what we are ordered to do. Gladiatorial contests among us are far more brutal and fatal than ancient Rome, providing entertainment and releasing tensions that otherwise might lead to conflict among citizens. Medicine would advance rapidly with us as experimental lab animals that would be plentiful and totally disposable. Our pathetic lives would comprise only pain and humiliation and would mean nothing; our bodies ultimately would be food, turned to shit in the bellies of our masters as befits our status. We would be bred and trained to understand that this is what we deserve.
But this would not all happen at once, and this story is about a time prior to creation of the Alpha Utopia, when they are organizing outside public view. Sadly, it’s all fiction, including names of characters.
The Beach Drive
Matt was a sex slave, and today was the last day of his life. His owner rand master, Jim Fletcher, had decided to destroy and dispose of one of his possessions and expected Matt to cooperate fully in the process. That was not a problem for Matt. He understood his status as property and his purpose as a sex toy, and he was completely on board with whatever his owner desired. He knew torturing, humiliating, and snuffing him would be fun for Jim and the other participants, since Matt was remarkably good looking – a 23-year-old specimen of prime man meat that was shaped perfectly and in perfect shape. He had a surfer’s build, with a trim waist and nicely formed pecks that highlighted his smooth, hairless chest. He had small, hard nipples that stood out nicely and were always tempting targets for inflicting pain when he was being used sexually. His abs were rock-hard, showing off a clearly defined six-pack of carefully maintained muscle. Matt was very strong, with obvious definition in his arms and legs that reflected his strenuous daily workout routines and a wholesome diet of high protein dog food mixed in his dog dish with some of his master’s urine and crap toe remind him of his status. These enabled him to endure exceptionally harsh S&M sessions. He had a short, conservative haircut and no body hair at all, even around his crotch, which added not only to his sex appeal but to his appearance of complete nakedness and availability. It had been years since Matt had worn any clothes, and his body was evenly tanned from exposure to the warm sun on the estate where he was kept. Yet perhaps it was his handsome, eager face and easy, willing smile that ultimately made him so appealing. Matt aimed to please, and it showed. There was literally nothing he wouldn’t do to please Jim. So he was excited and eager for this day, when he would add slightly to Jim’s pleasure by losing his disposable life.
As a sex slave, Matt’s most useful physical traits were his long, thick cock, his inviting bubble-butt, his insatiable gay sex drive, and his utter masochism. Matt had a bit over 11 inches of hard, reliable man muscle, and he was always ready to have it used to please another guy, especially if it meant masturbating for the other guy’s entertainment while the other guy’s cock rammed Matt’s ass. Matt was expert at timing his orgasm to match the timing of the cock he felt inside him, realizing it was the other guy’s orgasm that mattered and watching Matt shoot a load simultaneously made that more pleasurable. Matt’s own pleasure was irrelevant, and if he was denied the chance for his own orgasm he understood that was what he deserved. His entire existence was focused on sex and using his body to please Jim and any other guys Jim invited to use Jim’s formerly-human sex toy.
Today Matt was truly enjoying himself. He was riding in the passenger seat of Jim’s Lamborghini convertible, racing over 120 miles per hour down a beautiful beach-front highway. The day was warm, about 75 degrees with a slight breeze. The view was spectacular, with vistas of mountains on one side and a wide sandy beach on the other. Jim was a very competent driver, so Matt didn’t worry about the excessive speeds down the narrow, winding road. The speed added to the thrill.
Matt was naked, of course. It would be inappropriate for him to wear clothes, other than a slave collar and a cock ring he usually wore in public to clarify his status. (They were each electrified, with a phone app Jim could use to zap Matt to enhance his humiliation and add a little entertaining pain for everyone to enjoy.) On this occasion Jim had instructed him to refrain from putting on a seat belt, since it impeded a tiny bit of his view of Matt’s body. His master’s slightest pleasure was far more important than Matt’s safety, after all, so that made perfect sense. If Matt were thrown from the car and killed, it was hardly a big deal other than inconveniencing Jim somewhat as he secured a replacement slave for the day’s fun. In fact, as Jim had pointed out, he didn’t want that to happen. Jim had tested whether it would be entertaining on another slave whose sexual performance Jim found boring. Jim had instructed the slave to jump out of the car and kill himself. The slave apologized for his poor performance and did as instructed. Watching the body in the rear-view mirror as it bounced onto the road, cracking its spine and breaking arms and legs, wasn’t as entertaining as Jim had hoped. Even when he watched the satellite video later he didn’t get much of a turn-on from the scene. (For Jim’s protection his car was always in view when he drove out of the family estate.) But he backed up to where the body stopped and positioned the dying slave on the hood of the car, boring its flesh and exposing its ass for Jim to fuck. Jim did enjoy that part, reaching orgasm as the animal convulsed and died, its ass nicely tightening around Jim’s cock in the process. But Jim had decided the experiment wasn’t all that successful and hadn’t thrown any slaves out since then – glad he had wasted only a few minutes of his time and a useless slave on the effort. Besides, Matt knew Jim had other plans for him, although he didn’t know any details.
Jim was also naked. But that was by choice – he liked being naked and spent most of his time that way. Since Jim’s family owned the beaches they were driving by, and the mountains, he could do what he wanted. In fact, they were on a huge private island they owned that was not far from Hawaii, and there were no rules except what Jim and his dad decided. The island was not part of any country, or shown on any maps, so their decisions were the law – the only law. Matt understood that too, realizing it was the way things should be.
Both Matt and Jim had erect penises, but Jim’s was simply aroused while Matt’s was positively throbbing. The excitement from the time and attention he was getting today was more than he could imagine.
The ride was a nostalgic return to old times in many ways. Jim and Matt had known each other since they were in high school together. Their bodies intensely turned each other on sexually and always had. It was hardly unusual for them both to have a hard-on when they were together. But today was special. Matt wanted Jim to have a great day that Jim would remember, and Matt was determined to do his best to help make it happen. It was Jim’s 25th birthday and Jim’s dad was throwing Jim a big beach party not only to celebrate the birthday but also to celebrate Jim’s officially announced role as his dad’s heir and successor in the family business. The fact Jim had chosen to have just the two of them drive to the party meant everything to Matt.
“Are you excited for the beach party?” Jim asked. Another part of Matt’s joy came from Jim telling him they could converse during the ride as if they were friends – as they had been in high school, rather than Matt being required to speak only when asked a question, as befit his status as Jim’s property.
“Extremely – can’t you tell?” teased Matt, pointing at his pulsating cock. “I just hope it’s all you want it to be. I want you to have a wonderful birthday party. And I’ll do everything I can to help make it so.”
“Yes, you will. You’ve been well trained, so I think you’ll perform OK. After all, you’ve had five years to prepare., since you officially became my piece-of-shit slave. And a lot of conditioning before that.”
“Is there anything special you want me to do?”
“Not really. I always enjoy hearing you scream with pain, so feel free to do so until you lose your voice. I have arranged everything so you’ll not have any opportunity to fuck up. I want to maximize the fun and entertainment, and that has implications on what will be done to you. I set limits for others of no permanent damage for sex sessions in the past, but there won’t be any this time other than me directing or performing the actual kill. Before then I suspect these will get ripped off and I will probably want to eat those while they’re still attached to you. But that’ll be fairly minor pain compared to some of the ideas I’ve got in mind.” As he spoke, Jim had reached over and twisted Matt’s hard left nipple and then crunched his balls. Matt grimaced with the pain but got the point.
“Of course. I hope you really crank up the pain and humiliation, so I can provide a lot of fun for you and your friends. I especially hope you’ll take your time if you decide to eat me alive. That looks like an extremely painful way to die and I know how much you enjoy cutting fresh meat from a live slave to eat raw.”
“Not to worry. I’ve always thought you’d make an especially tasty meal, and I plan to keep you alive while I enjoy it. Carving up a guy and eating him while he watches is an amazing turn-on no matter how often I do it. I’ve even increased your body-fat ratio a little so you’ll be a bit more flavorful. You may have noticed your dog dish has had fruit juice rather than the usual piss for the last few weeks, which also should add to the flavor. Your replacement will get the usual dog food mixed with piss and shit tomorrow, but the shit will be the last remnant of you – in your most appropriate form. I think that will be kind of a nice way to introduce your replacement to his ultimate fate.”
“That’s really nice. Thanks. I like the idea of me being useful even after your belly turns me into crap. I figured I’d just be hamburger and fertilizer like the usual disposal of slave circuses. And I did notice the change in diet and guessed that was the reason. I also noticed the solid portion wasn’t flavored with the usual human shit. I know I deserve to drink piss and eat shit, but I can imagine that would adversely affect the flavor of my meat, so I’m glad you have planned ahead as usual. Besides, I still got to drink a lot of your piss during the day. Being a live urinal is such an appropriate use for me, and quite an honor. After all, drinking piss was the first training you gave me, even before I became your slave.” Remembering their early years got both young men trading stories, and Matt started to reminisce.
“In addition to my early training, I also recall the first time we jerked off together and how pissed you were when you realized my cock was longer than yours,” teased Matt.
Jim smiled and touched an app on his cell phone. Matt jerked and screamed as a massive amount of pain ran through his body from an electrified dildo Jim had rammed up his ass before they got in the car Mat was caught totally by surprise and lurched upward so much he almost fell out of the seat.
“Anything else you want to brag about?” Jim asked, laughing at the scene and enjoying Matt’s pain. “I bet if I left my little toy on very long you’d bounce around enough to actually fall out of the car. You’re lucky I find that boring and anyway you don’t deserve to get off’d that easy.” With that Jim again touched the app and the pain stopped.
“I guess not,” responded Matt, also laughing and pleased Jim was enjoying himself at Matt’s expense. “That’s quite the little toy you’ve got there. You should be able to have a lot of fun with it.”
“I plan to. I have several of them, so a bunch of you slaves will be bouncing around as my guests play with them.
“And, for the record, it’s not your cock any more. When I acquired you as my property I got everything, including the accessories. I just let you use the cock since I enjoy watching you jerk off. I might just have to slice it into pieces today to train you in humility.”
“Of course it’s yours,” said Matt, quite sincerely but quickly returning to teasing mode. “I’m your property and you can do whatever you want with me. For example, if you wanted a little more length in your personal manhood, you could cut it off and use it to replace the little one currently attached to you. When you own several cocks, you get to choose the one that’s the biggest. Maybe that way at least part of me could still be of service after you snuff me.”
The teasing earned Matt another, somewhat longer, jolt of electricity but it was worth it. Jim smiled at Matt and once again laughed at his gyrations but didn’t respond. He enjoyed the banter, which reminded him of their high school days, when they compared cock sizes like high school males are prone to do. Matt’s mind also wandered, thinking back to when he first met Jim.
Matt was a freshman in high school when he was approached by Jim. Matt was unusually good looking, and Jim, a sophomore, had taken an interest in him, allowing Matt to tag along with Jim and his friends. In due course, Jim became captain of the football team, being a quarterback of exceptional drive and talent. Matt, meanwhile, turned out to be a great wide receiver. Both boys were top students and stunningly handsome and fit. But Matt was an extreme introvert and a nerd, with zero self-esteem, while Jim was extremely popular and outgoing, with tons of friends and an exceptionally dominant personality. Part of the popularity was because Jim was so wealthy – clearly the wealthiest guy in school, although no one knew how much he had or even what his family did. They just knew other kids didn’t get picked up on a regular basis in a stretch limo after school, and they weren’t rumored to own an island estate in addition to a mansion in town. That was a total contrast to Matt, who was an orphaned foster kid – no family, no money, and no one who gave a shit about him.
Jim was Matt’s only friend, and he invited Matt to hang out after school with Jim and his buddies. The other guys were also older than Matt, so they ignored him. However, Jim was nice to him. That got Matt’s loyalty, but he had no idea why Jim would have any interest in him. Why would a guy like Jim be nice to a guy like Matt – a sophomore to a freshman, a rich kid to a poor kid, a popular kid to a nobody?
Most of the time was spent with Jim’s buddies playing sports on the beach near their school. The Southern California weather was always perfect, and the guys would go surfing, swimming, or play volleyball or football.
Everyone took off most of their clothes and Matt could look at the other guys’ handsome bodies. Matt was gay and this turned him on, but he was afraid to reveal that fact. He enjoyed the contact with nearly naked young male flesh and had fun playing sports at the same time. Being proud, fit young males, and since one of the beaches was “clothing optional,” the guys often stripped naked, starting with Jim. What Jim did tended to be what everyone did. These were the days Matt enjoyed best. He was good at sports, better than most of the other guys (except Jim) even though he was slightly younger. But it didn’t matter whether Matt was talented or not, since Jim insisted that Matt be allowed to play. Jim was always in charge.
After the games and fun, the other guys typically went on their way to their fancy homes, and Matt made the long walk to the house where he lived with his foster father, who usually wasn’t home. The house itself was very nice, but Matt was confined to an unfinished room in the basement that was tiny, damp, and smelly. Often there wasn’t even enough food, sine Matt was only permitted to eat leftovers, and when his “dad” was home he would berate Matt no matter what he did, telling him what a worthless person he was and that he didn’t deserve even the poor conditions he lived in. It didn’t matter Matt was a top student and athlete, overcoming all the odds against him. Nothing could please this foster parent. It was only the great times with Jim and his buddies that made the rest of his life tolerable.
One afternoon, near the end of Mat’s freshman year, Jim had approached Matt as the group was breaking up, after a vigorous game of naked beach volleyball on an especially hot day.
“Would you like to head to my place? You could shower up there and we could watch a movie or something. My dad’s out of town and I know where he keeps the beer.”
Matt was thrilled. He wanted to spend as much time with Jim as possible. Not only had Jim befriended him, but Jim was the best-looking guy of the bunch. Matt was glad they had gone to the nude beach that day, but realized his cock was getting a little hard at the mere prospect of being with Jim. After all, by this time Matt was just 17 and that’s what happens to 17-year old cocks.
“Sure. That would be great!”
“Good. Our house is right up the road from here, just a short walk. Since we’re so sweaty, and it’s a private path, I suggest we just stay naked until after we’ve cleaned up.”
“Super,” was all Matt could say, now seriously worried about his growing cock and utterly turned on at the prospect. He walked slightly behind Jim, so the growing erection wouldn’t be so apparent. But seeing Jim’s gorgeous backside wasn’t helping.
Matt had heard about the mansion but didn’t realize it was on the beach. He was once again impressed, but not in the least jealous. Jim clearly deserved everything he had. And Matt’s foster parent had made it clear to Matt that he deserved the poverty and deprivation he endured.
Matt always remembered how wonderful that first evening had turned out to be. They had each showered, with Jim letting Matt go first. As he heard Matt turn off the water, Jim walked in. Jim was still naked, and Matt was once again transfixed by Jim’s exceptional body. Matt hoped Jim didn’t see the major erection that Matt got as a result, but Jim could hardly miss it.
“I gather you enjoyed the shower,” Jim laughed, pointing at Matt’s cock. “That’s not a bad piece of meat you’ve got sticking out there.”
Matt was embarrassed, but somehow also even more excited. He hadn’t been naked like this in front of another guy – it wasn’t the same as gym class and that sort of thing, or even the nude sports on the beach. Worse yet, his cock was dripping a little pre-cum.
“I’m sorry. I got to thinking about some of the girls at the beach, and I couldn’t help myself,” Matt lied.
“Sure. Don’t worry. That happens to me a lot too. It’s how guys in high school are supposed to react to scantily clad girls watching us play sports nude, right? And my cock’s not exactly all shriveled up.” Jim didn’t have an erection, but his nice long cock hung down a fair way between his legs.
“I guess so.” Matt was relieved. He didn’t think it would be a good idea to let on that he was gay, and especially not to let on that Jim was getting him sexually excited.
“Well, let me take my shower, and then let’s grab some beers, some food, and see what we’ve got to watch. Do you still feel like doing a movie?”
“Yeah. I think that would be fun.”
“Great. You can look through the collection and see what you’d like. I’ve got some great beach movies, if you want to keep enjoying pretty girls with not much on.
“Incidentally, I noticed your clothes were pretty dirty, since you tossed them into some mud when you stripped, which was kind of stupid. I gave them to one of the servants to wash. They’ll be ready in a couple of hours. You can either put on something from my closet, or just stay naked. Either way is OK by me.”
“I don’t want to mess up your stuff,” Matt replied, liking the idea of being naked around Jim. “I’ll just wait. And thanks for getting my stuff washed. My foster dad won’t let me use the clothes washer, so I go to the laundromat and pay for it with money I earn. He says it will build my worthless character. I don’t have enough money to do that at the moment, so I really appreciate you getting them cleaned. I didn’t realize I’d tossed them in mud, and he’d yell at me a lot for that.”
“My pleasure. So you won’t be uncomfortable, I’ll stay naked too.” Then Jim went into the shower, with Matt still watching him. Matt realized he might be staring, and quickly left the bathroom.
The two boys spent the rest of the afternoon and the evening sharing a great dinner prepared by the house staff, enjoying a few beers, and watching a movie, never bothering to get dressed. It was an old beach film about teens in love with lots of surfing scenes and pretty much everyone in bathing suits all the time. Matt loved it, since the girls provided an excuse for him still having a hard on as they watched. Sitting next to Jim with both of their bodies fully revealed was an amazing turn-on and the real reason for the consistent erection. And, as Jim had noted earlier, it wasn’t like Jim’s cock was all shriveled up.
That afternoon started what became a routine whenever Jim’s schedule permitted it. It wasn’t all that frequent at first but increased a lot during Matt’s sophomore year. After the group of Jim’s friends played sports on the beach, now almost always using the nude beach, Jim and Matt would walk to Jim’s house, clean up, get beer and food, and plop down on a sofa to be entertained from Jim’s extensive collection of DVDs. They would watch movies that featured guys who were shirtless and well built along with scantily clad girls. And after their showers the routine included Jim having servants wash Matt’s clothes. Matt was grateful that Jim had taken pity on him for his plight of not having access to a clothes washer. But more importantly he loved the fact they watched the movies naked. For Matt, these were the greatest experiences of his life. Indeed, it was the only time he’d ever really had things go well for him. It never dawned on him that Jim was subtly maneuvering him and slowly starting Matt’s training. Jim even pretended to complain that his dad wouldn’t let him have sex with any of his girlfriends, so he needed to masturbate instead, inviting Matt to do the same if he’d like to, while they watched the pretty girls in the movies. Jim also added a collection of straight porn flicks to reinforce the idea. Matt had no trouble performing given the guys in the movies, and most especially given his view of Jim’s body, especially as Jim jerked off. They never touched each other, but the routine had quickly expanded to include mutual masturbation, albeit with Matt jerking off much more often than Jim. Matt, of course, enjoyed that the most and never considered the possibility that Jim’s explanations were made up to get Matt comfortable having orgasms while Jim watched. (Jim, in turn, did have to admit Matt’s cock was longer than his after they measured them. That became an ongoing joke between them.)
It wasn’t until Matt’s junior year, while they were celebrating Matt’s 18th birthday, when Jim moved the training beyond their low-key relationship. Jim had invited Matt over right after school to celebrate and started by offering him a beer – another consistent part of their routine. But since there were no nude sports beforehand, both boys were still dressed.
Jim then let Matt know that there was a house rule Matt needed to know about.
“There’s something I sort of need to let you in on, which I haven’t been up front about,” Jim said, in a confidential tone. “I haven’t said anything until now, because I like hanging out with you and I have been afraid it might turn you off.”
“Are you kidding?” Matt responded. “This is the greatest time ever for me. Nothing could turn me off about hanging out here with you. You don’t know how I live otherwise. My life sucks.”
“Interesting choice of words,” mused Jim. “But, anyway, here goes.
“As you know, I live with my dad, who is incredibly rich, and a bunch of servants. You haven’t met any of them yet, because the servants stay out of the way when we have
visitors, and you haven’t met my dad since he travels a huge amount on business and he’s good about leaving me and my buddies alone. The servants take care of things like fixing dinner and leave it where we can get it, like they do when they wash your clothes. What you don’t know is that dad is a fervent nudist. He is always naked and insists that everyone in the house also be naked. I’ve gotten used to it, and kind of like it. That’s why I started getting the guys to strip when we play on the beach. Dad required the city designate that beach clothing optimal when he donated it to the city. He’s also very generous but likes to get his way. Anyway, I didn’t want to impose that on you here and was afraid you’d get spooked if you saw a bunch of nude servants. So I came up with the excuse of needing to have your clothes washed, which is why I took the pile you tossed the first time we came here and re-tossed it into some mud when you weren’t looking. Making it a routine was easy once you told me you don’t have access to a clothes washer at home. However, dad told me I must deal with the issue honestly. And he’s returned from a long trip and might show up here. If I don’t come clean about this I’d be in trouble, and I like to please him. He’s a great guy.”
Matt was a little taken aback, but only from surprise. He quickly stripped off all his clothes and stood naked in front of Jim.
“No problem. I’m naked now and will stay that way any time you want and in any place you want. I am just hoping this doesn’t mean I don’t get access to your clothes washer. Of course, I’m more than happy to do the washing myself so your servants don’t have to. I’ve always felt a little guilty about that. And I’ve discovered hanging around here that I like being naked. In fact, my foster dad requires me to act as his servant when he has people over and insists that I do it nude. He says it reflects how worthless I am, but I also think he likes looking at me that way. Fortunately, he doesn’t spend much time at his house and doesn’t entertain much. But being naked on the beach and in your house is nice.”
“Thanks,” Jim replied, also now naked. “You won’t lose the service, and now you can get to meet some of the servants. They’re really great guys too.”
As Matt considered this development, he admired how Jim had maneuvered things. That alone was a turn-on for Matt. He began to realize the extent to which Jim had always been in charge, and he liked it. He was quite content to let Jim make all the decisions. But he did tell Jim he felt he should do the washing, since he didn’t think someone else should be burdened with serving him (reflecting his extremely low self-esteem). Jim agreed, pleased with Matt’s perspective. That boded well for their future.
Then Jim revealed another surprise to Matt.
“There’s something else I think we should be honest about. And I think we should cover it before you turn even older – or start to get drunk.” Jim had handed Matt a second beer and got another one for himself as well.
Matt laughed. “Yeah, once you’re 18 it’s all downhill from there. After all, look at you. You’re almost 19 and practically in a nursing home.”
“Exactly,” responded Jim, also laughing and taking a healthy swig form his beer. “I’d hate to check in without having had some real sex first. I don’t think you should run that risk either. And just masturbating like we’ve been doing doesn’t count. I had a long talk with my dad a while back and it’s OK with him.”
That took Matt completely by surprise. He didn’t say anything, but simply stared at Jim, afraid this meant Jim was going to end their sessions to have sex with one of his girlfriends. As he did so, he was startled to see Jim’s cock starting to get hard. That had happened before, of course, when they were masturbating and watching pretty girls in the porn flicks. But this seemed different to Matt, and he also started to get excited.
“Look, Matt. I know you’re gay. I’ve known it for a long time – sure of it since we were first hanging out on the beach. I could see you staring at me and at the other guys, and I’ve noticed how you get erections all the time when the other guys are around and when we’re naked together. I could hardly miss that giant hard-on you got when I first invited you to hang out with me and we walked naked together to the house from the beach. It isn’t girls you’re thinking of, is it? It’s guys, especially me.”
Matt was still silent. He didn’t know what to say. Would Jim throw him out? Was he being dismissed because he was gay? But why was Jim getting hard? Matt was scared, confused, and somehow sort of excited all at once. He started to tear up.
“It’s not a problem.” Jim realized Matt was starting to freak out. “What I’m trying to tell you, you amazingly dense idiot, is that I’m gay too. That’s why I’m getting a hard-on right now. I’m thinking of how much fun it would be if you sucked my cock.”
Matt couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Could his fantasy come true? Would this marvelous episode in his life – the only decent one – get even better? He finally responded.
“Wow. I had no idea. I guess I am a dense idiot – but I already knew that. You’re right. I am gay. And you really turn me on. The erections we laughed about were always because I’m sitting here next to you and I can see your body. You’re the best-looking guy I’ve ever seen, and your cock is awesome, even if a little short.” Matt couldn’t help teasing Jim, which relieved some of the tension.
“Thanks. And it’s long enough to go all the way down your throat. So, have you had sex with another guy before?”
At this point Matt hesitated, stammered, and finally broke down crying. He told Jim about the horrible things his foster father had done to him, sexually and otherwise, forcing him to suck cock and masturbate to entertain everyone at his parties. He had already told Jim about having to serve them naked, but now added that he was required to do so with an erection for them to laugh at, and to wear a slave collar. His foster father knew he was gay and used that as part of the reason he was so worthless and deserving of ridicule and deprivation. It was all totally illegal, but Matt was too scared to say anything. He had never mentioned any of it to anyone, and as he finished his confessions, Jim held him as he sobbed in Jim’s arms. It was the first loving embrace Matt could remember ever receiving. He soon recovered, however, and apologized to Jim for losing control. He then asked Jim if this meant Jim would not want to be with him, given what Matt had done. Like many underage victims, Matt had reacted to the experiences with a strong sense of personal guilt, in his case strongly reinforced by his foster parent. After Jim assured Matt there was no reason for him to feel guilty, and this was no problem for Jim or their relationship, Matt asked if Jim had had any sex with other guys before.
“Yup. Lots and lots of times. Dad figured out that I’m gay as soon as I hit puberty, and it’s OK with him. It turns out he’s gay too. He makes sure all the servants also are young, gay, and good looking. That way our household is sort of one big male fuck party. I get to fuck any of the servants I want and have them suck my cock. But I don’t let them fuck my ass, and I’m glad that hasn’t happened to you either. I like to do the fucking, and I haven’t slept alone for years. If you want, and when I think you’re ready, I’ll introduce you to the joys of being butt-fucked. Dad’s only rule is that he gets to pick first among the staff for his own fun. They’re all both remarkably sexy and fixated on gay sex, so that’s not much of a limitation.”
Matt was now fully back in control of himself but completely astonished. He had never even imagined such a place could exist. This was clearly too good to be true.
“So,” continued Jim, who was now fully erect and smiling broadly. “About my cock . . . ”
Matt didn’t need another hint and he didn’t waste any time. His experiences hadn’t been good, but he knew what to do. He gently took hold of Jim’s manhood and knelt in front of him as Jim settled into the couch, and then lovingly took the young hard cock into his mouth. Matt caressed the beautiful muscle with his tongue, focusing on the glans, licking all around the corona and especially the lower skin of the shaft just behind it. Matt knew that was where it was the most pleasurable to touch himself to masturbate, and he figured that would be a good place to lick to get Jim off. What he didn’t tell Jim was that the best techniques for giving a blow job was the only thing his foster parent had ever bothered to teach him. His technique would be evaluated and discussed at the parties and he would be punished if it was found wanting – which it always was.
Jim’s body began to sway a bit, and he let out a soft moan of pleasure.
“Wow. You’re really good at sucking cock. You’ve got talent, my boy.”
Matt kept to his task, enjoying it far more than he had ever even fantasized that he could. His own cock was now literally throbbing and leaking pre-cum from sexual excitement. But the focus was on Jim.
After a while, Jim’s body began to gyrate, his breathing intensified, and his cock exploded. A massive
load of cum erupted into Matt’s mouth. Matt swallowed it all, hungrily and eagerly. He didn’t even consider having Jim withdraw and shoot outside Matt’s mouth. Matt wanted Jim’s man-juice. And he continued to lick the streaming cock as it emptied it load down his throat, intensifying Jim’s pleasure.
Jim finally stopped shooting his load, and his cock drooped a bit, but not much. Jim took it out of Matt’s mouth, sighing with pleasure.
“That was just fucking amazing. I think that’s the best blow job I’ve ever had and the biggest load I’ve ever shot. You really got me turned on. I like the fact you had the good manners to swallow it all, too. Thanks a lot.”
“You’re welcome,” was the sincere response. “I’ll do that any time you want. Just let me know. And let me know if you want to try other stuff too, or how I can do better to please you. Whenever you decide you want to fuck my ass, it’s yours to use as you want.”
“I will. But it looks like you’re about to shoot too. Do you want to shoot a load to land on my chest? That would be fun to watch, and then you could lick it up.”
Matt was delighted with the offer. He instinctively knew that it was his job to service Jim, not the other way around. That was perfectly fine, the way things should be. He wanted to get himself off in front of his friend, if that was something Jim wanted him to do. So Matt positioned himself, kneeling on the couch over Jim while Jim lay on his back, watching the show. It didn’t take Matt long to shoot – he was sexually excited as he had never been before. Matt shot a nice load onto Jim’s smooth chest and belly. Then, per Jim’s instructions, Matt licked up his own cum. As he worked his way down Jim’s chest to his belly and crotch, he saw that Jim’s cock was once again fully erect. So after a nod from Jim he again took it in his mouth and again massaged Jim to orgasm. The second load wasn’t as huge, but it was still decent, and Matt enjoyed swallowing that too. Jim lay back on the couch, utterly satisfied. That’s what pleased Matt the most.
The boys decided to clean up, but this time they showered together. Matt washed Jim’s wonderful skin, then washed himself. Matt was once again hard, turned on by touching Jim. What Matt hadn’t realized yet was that he was also turned on by the fact he was serving Jim. And since Jim didn’t suggest Matt jerk off again, the idea never occurred to Matt to give himself added sexual relief. His sexual energy kept him nice and hard, more fun for Jim to look at.
The boys got some dinner and watched another movie. This time dinner was brought to them by a naked stud servant – Dennis – who was himself a complete turn-on with an impressive erection. Before they ate Jim asked Dennis to give Matt a blow job. Jim also had Dennis position himself so Jim could fuck his ass as Dennis sucked off Matt. Dennis eagerly obliged both requests, seriously turned on by Matt’s body and eager to host Jim’s cock. Matt was amazed and grateful for Jim’s thoughtfulness in letting Matt get a blow job for the first time ever, especially from such a great-looking stud. After Jim and Matt shot their loads, Matt offered to suck off Dennis, if that was OK with Jim. Dennis soon sent a nice load down Matt’s throat. It was a fantastic turn—on for all three of them, but especially for Matt. He had never had a birthday party at all, let alone one like this!
Then, to continue the fun, it was movie time. Jim showed Matt another set of movie choices.
“We don’t have to pretend any more. These are all gay porn flicks. The guys are naked, fucking and sucking each other. I think we’ll like these better. Dad bought a studio so he could have very high-quality porn with scenes he likes. It was worth every penny, and I get to make suggestions too.”
Matt was in complete agreement. He looked at the selection – it was huge. Best of all, it included a variety of kinds of gay movies. Some were just of guys jerking off. Some had orgies, others were gang bangs. And some showed guys being restrained, engaged in S&M scenes. Jim seemed to have a whole lot of that kind.
“What looks good to you,” asked Jim. “Since you did such a nice job on my cock, and it’s your birthday, I’ll let you pick our first gay porn flick that we watch together.”
“Well, these all look pretty exciting,” said Matt, holding up a box that showed a young dude being whipped. “But I’ve never seen any S&M stuff. How about one of these? They look particularly interesting.”
“They are,” agreed Matt. “You’ve made a good choice. It’s got scenes with that guy getting gang-fucked while he’s being whipped.” So, aided by a few more beers courtesy of Dennis, they greatly enjoyed Matt’s first S&M gay porn film.
After the movie Jim commented: “When I saw it the first time, I liked it so much I had dad track down the guy and we invited him over to the estate for a fun weekend to celebrate my own 17th birthday. He’s the first guy I personally got to flog. The coolest part was that he wanted to be flogged. Some guys get into that big time, so it’s a turn-on for everyone. We did lots of other things to him, which were also a lot of fun. Dad told me what to try and it was quite an education for me and for our guest. Dad had paid him a very generous fee, and he was willing to push his limits a lot. It turned out the guy had been in trouble with the law and dad got that straightened out for him. So he was doubly grateful and eager to show it. He did everything we wanted him to do. On the last night of the weekend he even joined us for dinner and everyone celebrated and toasted the events. Dad had one of the studio crews film it, so I’ve got a great move I can show you sometime.”
Matt asked Jim if they could watch the home movies now, but Jim said they were at the estate, so they’d have to settle for what he had at the house. But he had a lot. Dennis fetched another round, and Jim and Matt watched a second S&M movie that was even more severe. As they watched it, both boys once again got excited, their naked bodies finally touching as they groped and kissed each other while they rolled around on the large sofa, any inhibitions cast aside in a mixture of lust and alcohol. In due course, after Matt had kissed every part of Jim’s amazing body, Jim guided Matt’s mouth back to his cock. The third load that filled Matt’s mouth was still impressive. Matt then added to the movie entertainment by popping another load and licking it up for Jim’s viewing pleasure.
This time Jim had instructed him to shoot on the wooden floor. That way Matt was down on all fours as he used his tongue to do the clean-up, which gave Jim a nice view of how Matt looked doggie-style. He wasn’t disappointed, and when he commented on Matt’s position Matt added to the laughter by barking for Jim’s amusement, then kneeling doggie style and begging for more cum.
“You’ve drained me completely,” Jim laughed. “I’m all out of cum for now, but I’ll be needing to get rid of a bunch of piss with all these beers.”
The second movie not only had a lot of gangbang fucking and flogging, it also had some water sports, as the gang-bangers unloaded their piss down the guy’s throat and then made him lick their cocks clean. Jim noticed Matt seemed interested in those scenes too. Jim decided to find out a bit more about how “flexible” Matt really was.
“I like the scenes where a guy pisses down another guy’s throat,” Jim confided. “I know people think it’s gross, but It can be a genuine turn-on for both guys. Some of our servants like it too, and a few, like Dennis, can take my whole load without dripping any of the piss.”
“Really?” asked Matt, his education continuing. “Can a guy really drink that much? Don’t they choke on all that piss?”
Jim was pleased with the answer. Matt wasn’t resistant or turned off. He just wanted information.
“No. Some guys are talented at it, like the guy in the movie. How about if we find out if you’re one of them? I do need to pee, and could have Dennis come back in, but, after all, you’re right here.” Jim laughed, easing the tension he was afraid Matt would feel.
But Matt felt no tension at all. He simply got on his knees once again and opened his mouth. Jim let loose a major load of beer-flavored piss, using Matt as a human urinal. To Jim’s surprise, Matt successfully took the entire load on his first try, not spilling a drop. Jim was pleased and impressed. Realizing that Matt would also need to piss, Jim summoned Dennis once again, and Dennis was more than willing to service Matt. Matt enjoyed that too, but admitted he preferred to be on the receiving end. “I guess I’m more the submissive type.” So Dennis obliged and drained a load into Matt’s willing mouth. All three boys had a great time as Matt learned more and more about himself.
Jim asked Matt if he’d like to stay the night, and of course Matt said yes. Jim explained that he had already chosen Dennis to sleep with and once again butt-fuck, but there was room in the bed for all three of them. He suggested that Matt could suck Dennis’ cock while Jim fucked his ass. Matt was always welcome to shoot a load any time he wanted, so long as Jim could watch him do it, including watching Matt lick up the cum. Or, if it was OK with Dennis, Matt’s load could go down Dennis’s throat. So that’s exactly what they did. It was the first of many nights together, with Jim selecting the third (and often the fourth) companion form among the servants. Matt would be “available” in Jim’s bed for the servants Jim selected, and Matt quickly became quite expert at sucking cock. Jim, in turn, enjoyed watching Matt jerk off onto the servant’s chest, or on the floor, and then lick up the cum. If Jim sucked off one of the guys and had him shoot a load on Jim’s chest, Matt licked up that cum too. Jim would usually butt-fuck the servant, but he also liked to have Matt suck his cock, and often had Matt clean it after shooting into the servant’s asshole, usually followed by draining a load of Jim’s piss. Matt also received great blow jobs form the servants, but mostly just did everything Jim requested, or even hinted at. As Matt realized Jim didn’t get as much satisfaction when Matt shot down another guy’s throat rather than pumping out his load where he could then lick it up, Matt consistently did the latter. He wanted to please Jim.
Matt functioned as a cocksucker and a urinal but was not butt-fucked. Jim said that would wait until there was a special occasion. Matt also was not used as an object of Jim’s fun for S&M play. Jim enjoyed whipping the guys he fucked, as well as inflicting cock and ball torture. It was pretty tame the first evening with Dennis but grew more intense in later visits. Matt was very turned on by this and offered his body for Jim’s use, however he wanted to use it, but again Jim deferred “for now.”
Also, Matt was delighted and turned on to accept Jim’s morning load of piss. That would be followed by another sex scene, and if the servant also wanted to use Matt as his morning urinal, that was OK with Matt so long as Jim approved, which he always did. Matt had naturally understood that all decisions were to be made by Jim.
Matt stayed at Jim’s house whenever he could do so, which was increasingly frequent during Jim’s senior year. Indeed, after the first evening’s introduction to sex Matt rarely spent time at his foster home. His foster parent hardly noticed. He just cared if the checks kept coming. If Matt wasn’t around, that meant he got to keep the whole check without wasting even the small amount of money he was forced to spend on Matt.
Their time together weren’t just sex, and the two teens shared their thoughts about everything – school, life, being gay, and what they would do after high school. They were in a sociology class together, and they enjoyed talking about the theories the teacher explained. He had taught that slavery was wrong in the old days because it was based on race or class rather than merit. But he explained that there were different roles and desires among people, and some were meant to lead, and enjoyed doing that, while others were meant to follow and serve. Jim told Matt how his dad was a natural leader and expected Jim to do the same. Jim was eager to pursue that, and after high school he’d be getting special training that would be far more intense and useful than regular college. Matt was intrigued and glad there were people like Jim and his dad who were able to take charge. As for himself, he had no plans and no idea what he’d do, but his foster dad consistently told him he’d probably wind up in jail since he was so worthless. For both boys, these exchanges were a unique chance to share their deepest feelings, and they did so. Jim even shared the fact his family actually owned slaves, who were suited to their role and completely comfortable with it. “Like our teacher said, it would be wrong to discriminate, but it’s right to recognize roles. On the island where we have our estate there is a small group of leaders who work with my dad. Then there’s a much bigger group of citizens who lead great and productive lives, not burdened by having to make the tough political choices dad and his colleagues make for them. It’s all supported by a very large group of willing slaves who are obedient and content. They’re doing what they were born and best suited to do. So everyone is happy and the place is like a paradise. I’d love to show you sometime.” To Matt this all made sense and he eagerly encouraged Jim to do so.
As the school year ended and Jim approached graduation, he invited Matt to his estate, and suggested he plan to spend a week right after classes were over. Matt had been intensely curious and hopeful he might get invited someday. He accepted at once.
“Do I need to bring anything?” Matt asked.
“Hell, no,” came the amused reply. “Just your mouth and your cock. And, if you’re a good boy, maybe your ass for fucking and your back for whipping. I think it’s time we took things up a notch or two.” Matt got the point and was now even more excited. Jim would finally fuck his ass as he did all the other guys he had sex with and use Matt for S&M sex. Those prospects totally turned Matt on. And he assured Jim he was ready and willing.
A Whole New World
As Matt left the building after his last day of the spring semester, which included an assembly at which he’d received one award as the best athlete in his class and a second award as the best scholar, he was still upset from events at his foster home from the prior evening. His foster dad had gotten what would be the final support check since Matt was aging out of the foster-care system. He informed Matt that the “gravy train” was over and Matt was no longer welcome. He also informed Matt that he was keeping all Matt’s possessions and told him to leave now. He didn’t want a worthless piece of shit like Matt continuing to infect his house. Matt had already stripped naked and given his foster dad a blow job, which he was now required to do to “earn” his dinner whenever he went home. The ritual had started a year or so earlier and usually ended with Matt drinking a load of piss to follow the cum. Matt enjoyed that at Jim’s, but here it was a degrading punishment. Worse, this time his “dad” followed it by pissing all over Matt’s body, then holding his face down in the toilet where had had just taken a shit, leaving him with the stench and taste of piss and crap as he was forced out the door. Matt was in tears as he had begged for some clothes and a chance to wash off, but that was met with harsh laughter, a hard kick to his balls, and a door slammed in his face. Matt’s spirit was broken, and he stood and wept for a long time.
Matt spent the night sleeping naked on the beach, washing himself in the ocean. A cop had arrested him early the next morning since this was not the nude beach, threatening to put him in jail. Fortunately, the cop was willing to overlook the violation in return for a blow job, telling Matt that would be good practice for when Matt was arrested again as he certainly would be given his pathetic status. After the cop left Matt managed to bum some money for cheap shorts, sandals, and a T-shirt to wear to school in return for giving another guy on the beach a morning blow job. Matt realized he was now nothing more than a prostitute. It was the worst day of all the bad days in foster care. Matt was glad that phase was over but knew he’d have to figure out something when he returned from Jim’s estate. He figured being a prostitute was his only viable option.
Matt was very pleased and surprised to see the sleek, impressive limo that picked up Jim waiting on the street in front of the school. He assumed this meant Jim was nearby, and he desperately wanted to be with his friend. The driver was Dennis, Matt’s favorite of Jim’s servants, who was standing next to the limo. Dennis spotted Matt and signaled for him to come over. Matt figured this meant Jim was already in the car. But what most caught Matt’s attention was the fact Dennis was totally naked other than a sporty chauffer’s cap. He was stroking his cock, which was already hard. What was more amazing to Matt was that no one was hassling Dennis. There was some giggling and pointing from students, but both students and teachers left him alone.
As Matt reached the car Dennis greeted him with a friendly slap on the back.
“Master James sent me to pick you up. He heard what happened with your foster dad and figured you’d need a little TLC and want to clean up at the house before we head to the airport. He also thought it would be fun to put on a little scene for your fellow students and make it a “coming out” statement by you. He thinks it would be better if you were open about the fact you’re a submissive gay. Besides, it might balance the swollen ego you probably have after your awards.”
“Ah, sure,” was Matt’s confused reply. Matt was nervous, mostly because no one had ever picked him up before, let alone in a limo. “I’ll do whatever Jim wants, but after last night and this morning no one needs to worry about me having an inflated ego. What does Jim have in mind?”
“It’s pretty simple. You start by stripping naked, putting on this slave collar, and stroking yourself to get an erection. Then you carry your clothes to the Goodwill bin about a block down the street. Drop them in and walk back here. That should get everyone’s attention. When you return to the car he wants you to kneel and give me a blow job, swallowing me cum and a load of piss. Then do the same for any other guys who want to be serviced. After that you won’t have to hide your sexual orientation any more. We’ll drive to the house where you can clean up and we can pick up Master James.”
“Are you sure? What happens if I get arrested? That’s already happened once today. And these are the only clothes I have – my asshole foster dad took everything else.”
Dennis laughed heartily. “Wow. You really are as dense as Master James says you are. Do you seriously think anyone would mess with a friend of his? Do you have any idea just how powerful he and his dad really are, and how much they have given to the school and the city? Why do you think everyone’s leaving me alone while I play with my dick naked and in public? As for clothes, everyone is nude at the estate. You’re going to visit a whole new world young man.”
Matt considered Dennis’ comments, and it all made sense. Besides, it was what Jim wanted and that’s what mattered. So he got naked, put on the slave collar, got hard, walked naked to the next block, dropped his clothes in the Goodwill bin, and returned to get on his knees in front of Dennis for the blow-job. He also dropped the awards in a garbage can, thinking how pointless all his efforts at school had been. He would leave town with absolutely nothing.
The blow job did get people’s attention, as expected, and a group of Jim’s buddies wandered over to enjoy the show, some of them stripping off their shirts and taking out their own cocks to join in. Matt had no trouble getting Dennis off, and dutifully swallowed generous loads of cum and piss as the crowd laughed and cheered. Dennis asked the assembled guys if anyone else was horny and wanted service, which of course they all did. Matt got to suck off about 8 more guys, most of whom hadn’t used a human urinal before but didn’t hesitate to use Matt. It was a popular stunt, and all the guys told Dennis to thank Jim for the entertainment. (No one even considered thanking Matt.) They told Matt he should spend his next and last year in school aiming for awards as “Best Cocksucker” and “Best Urinal,” instead of athletics or academics, laughing and mocking him, roughing him up with a few well-placed kicks to his nuts, and telling him to be sure to wear his new collar to school if he was stupid enough to come back, because they had a lot of torment to inflict now that his protector Jim would be gone. The odd part to Matt was that he didn’t mind. Being sexually used and degraded in front of an audience in public turned him on, and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind providing “service” to his classmates next year. Maybe one of them would let him stay in his house in return. That would still be prostitution of a sort, but at least safer.
After the show was over, Dennis proceeded to open the rear door for Matt, motioning him to get in. But that made Matt uncomfortable. He couldn’t conceive of a chauffeur taking him in a limo. “If you promise not to crash the car when you cum, how about if I ride up front and suck your cock again while we drive to the house? I see it’s gotten hard while I was sucking off the other guys. I’m not the type that deserves to ride in the back of a fancy limo unless it’s to service Jim. And, by the way, how far is it to the estate. I have no idea. I think you said something about an airport?”
Dennis was in a great mood and enjoyed the banter with Matt. He agreed to let Matt sit up front until they picked up Jim.
“Master James is in no hurry, and while you suck and swallow I can answer your questions about the estate.”
Matt didn’t hesitate and leaned over to accept Dennis’ cock as Dennis started the limo. Matt was almost as turned on by Dennis’ body as by Jim’s, but Dennis hadn’t said anything about Matt shooting his own load so he didn’t even consider that option. As they drove Dennis explained that the estate was on a huge island near Hawaii, and they were going to fly there.
“They own the whole island, which is about the size of Manhattan, and it has its own airport. There are hundreds of thousands of people who live there, and it’s the real headquarters of the family enterprises. We’ll take off from the commercial airport near town, where the plane is in their private hanger. These guys are rich beyond what anyone understands.
“I think you’ll enjoy the plane ride. The plane is amazing, and all decked out for sex parties. It’s a safe bet we won’t be the only ones on board, and everyone will have the same idea. You’ll be able to get lots of practice sucking cock and having yours sucked in prep for the long weekend. It’ll be about a two-hour flight so there’ll be lots of time.”
As Dennis finished his explanation he also reached his orgasm and shot a load down Matt’s throat. Matt was fascinated by what he’d heard but had not been distracted from his task. Once he finished swallowing the cum, he did pause to inquire, however.
“I assume you’ll also want to piss, which I’m happy to drink. But first, I think you said a two-hour flight. Isn’t it more like four or five hours to fly to Hawaii from here?”
Dennis guided Matt’s mouth back to his cock by way of confirming he had a load of piss, then answered the other question simply.
“It takes nearly five hours if you fly commercial. But commercial jets don’t fly at supersonic speeds. Like I said, these guys are wealthy at a whole different level.”
As Dennis finished pissing down Matt’s throat they drove through the security gate and into the driveway at the mansion. Matt quickly headed inside to clean up, and when he returned to the car he moved to the back seat. Jim was already inside, naked and erect, quickly guiding Matt’s head to his cock. “No point waiting until we get to the airport to start enjoying ourselves, right? I figure you can suck my cock and drink a load of cum at least once by the time we get to the airport, and then we can have a lot of fun with the other guys on the flight, including Dennis. Although I understand he might have to work up a little sex drive again given the pickup and car ride activities he just told me about.”
“Not to worry,” laughed Dennis. “You and Matt are sexy enough to get me going again. The real question is if you’ll still have enough cum left to fill my ass in due course.”
Both Dennis and Jim continued to enjoy their teasing as they drove to the airport. Matt didn’t say anything, but immediately got to work on Jim’s cock. He and Jim each managed to shoot their first loads of the weekend well before the limo drove into the private airport hangar.
The plane was as awesome as Dennis had described and Matt was thrilled to see about 10 of Jim’s favorite sex partners waiting for them. He learned that the household was moving to the island estate, and the mansion would be closed as a primary home since Jim was done with high school and they didn’t need a house there anymore.
As Dennis had promised, the plane ride turned into a fabulous sex party. Matt had participated in lots of threesomes with Jim, but this was his first real orgy. It was better than anything he could imagine, and he was kept busy sucking and swallowing, but also was encouraged to shoot as many loads himself as part of the entertainment. Everyone was totally drained by the time they landed, and courtesy of Jim his sex buddies were also sore not only from being fucked in the ass but from being objects of his S&M whips and other toys. Matt was anxious and hopeful to join that group, totally turned on by the thought of being fucked and whipped.
When they finished the drive form the airport on the island and finally arrived at the estate, Matt was amazed. He’d never seen anything so large or so impressive, even in pictures or movies. This was truly an estate. Jim explained that they had about 5,000 acres tied to the manor house itself, which was only a small part of their island. He also explained that there were about 500 guys working on the estate in various functions, from gardeners and cooks to drivers and butlers.
“They all have jobs of some sort, but mostly the workers on the estate itself are here for sex,” Jim explained with considerable enthusiasm. “lots and lots of sex.”
“There are also other regular communities on the island, which include thousands of workers and their families, who manage and run our various businesses and help assure everything remains out of public view. Dad’s got a whole lot more money than anyone knows about,” he added. “It’s many multiples of $100 billion, but he stays out of sight. The island itself isn’t on any maps and isn’t part of any country. That way we can enjoy all the money and still not lose our privacy. We can do whatever we want on our own property, with our own property. And the people who live and work here get to be in a paradise without the burden of having to make decisions on things like government and social policy. There is no poverty, no crime or disruptions, and everyone has wonderful, productive lives and careers. As I told you before, all this is supported by a massive group of slaves who are obedient and content to be property.”
Matt was absolutely overwhelmed and excited to be there. He didn’t care what the family’s motives were. He just wanted to please Jim, so he could stay a while, especially if it involved gay sex. As he thought further about it, he realized he just wanted to please Jim no matter what. He was in lust and in love.
Jim and Matt got out of the limo that picked them up at the island’s airport and headed to the front door, each with his hard cock protruding in front of him. They had continued to enjoy each other during the ride.
“Wow.” Matt could only manage a one-word comment as he tried to express his wonder. He was even more impressed when he saw the butler who opened the door for Jim. The guy was in his early thirties and could have been a major movie star on looks alone. He too had an erection – a very impressive one at that.
“I gather dad’s home?” asked Jim, pointing at the butler’s hard cock.
“Yes, sir, he is,” was the polite and respectful response, accompanied by a friendly smile and then a very warm embrace as the two men hugged each other, their cocks rubbing together and leaking a little precum. Matt just stared, eager to figure out how he might be allowed to suck this guy’s cock.
Jim explained that his dad required the house staff to maintain erections whenever he was in the house, for his amusement and sexual satisfaction. One of the companies they owned made a sort of “Viagra plus” drug that enabled guys to be hard pretty much constantly.
“It’s not on the market yet, but it works really well. I’ll get you some, although I’m not sure you need it being as horny as you are.” Jim laughed as he jokingly slapped Matt’s cock. “The drug has a side effect that could create marketing issues. It causes a fatal heart attack in about 10% of the users. The marketing group wants to wait until the number looks better before releasing it generally. We’re doing lots of field tests and think it’ll get lower soon, maybe even under 5%. Meanwhile, we have no problem getting volunteers on the island to try it given the upside effects, and it’s mandatory for guys working at the estate and for slaves. It’s pretty much constant erections and plentiful orgasms with gobs of sperm. Young guys will take a little risk for that. I’d hate to learn you’re in that unlucky 10%, but having you erect all the time is worth the risk. You’ll be even more fun to play with if you don’t keel over dead from it.”
“Sure, no problem,” came Matt’s quick reply. “That sounds like a very reasonable risk and I do think I’d be a better sex partner. So just sign me up.”
“Great,” Jim continued, as he gave Matt a pill from a nearby container and continued with more background on the estate. Matt hadn’t noticed that Jim actually had not asked his consent, but Jim ignored that for now. “Edward here is the head butler and runs the whole household, which is what butlers do. Dad put him in charge almost ten years ago so he truly knows the place and the people. He’s amazingly competent, plus being one of dad’s favorite studs. He’s got a great butt and knows how to use that cock. I walked in on the two of them the other night while they were having at it in the living room. It was quite a scene. Dad was in such a good mood he let me join in and we double-fucked Edward. But we were both still horny, and Edward was about to burst, so dad sent for some more of the staff to service all three of us. I kept fucking Edward, shooting another load up his ass as the group assembled. It turned into a terrific party, lasting well into the night.”
Jim’s story almost caused Matt to shoot another load. He was careful not to touch himself, he was so excited at what he had seen and heard. If only he could become part of this scene, he’d do whatever it took to keep them satisfied. A 10% risk of dying form a drug that made him a more appealing stud was a no-brainer to take.
It was then that Jim’s dad walked in. His demeanor and the perfection of his body filled Matt with even more lust and awe. While Jim’s dad was obviously older than Jim, probably mid-40s, he was the most handsome male Matt had ever seen. Matt realized he wanted to suck the dad’s cock as much as Jim’s. It was huge, but not out of place for the smooth, rock-hard, and perfectly formed body. Like the rest of the group, the massive cock was erect and ready for action.
“Hi Jim,” he greeted his son, giving him a huge hug. “I see you brought Matt with you. Welcome to our home, Matt. My name’s David Fletcher. I’m Jim’s dad.”
Matt was once again taken aback – this time by the courtesy and kindness in the voice. He barely had the presence of mind to respond.
“Thank you, sir. I’m grateful to be here. This is a fantastic place, sir.” Matt could not bring himself to use Mr. Fletcher’s name. It just seemed too presumptuous. “Sir” was more appropriate.
“Glad you think so. We like it. Jim has told me a lot about you. Are you two going to get a snack, work out, watch a movie, or just get right to fucking?”
“Matt’s never been butt-fucked before, dad, or whipped,” enthused Jim. “He really wants me to do both, and I’d like to start that right away. We’ve already started with lots of sex on the flight and the limo rides. I got some great cardio in by whipping the staff, especially Dennis, during our orgy, and also with a fun combo of whipping and gut punching of a new slave we just acquired. I’m afraid I got a little carried away with that, and he’s being checked over by the vet. His belly and balls just cried out to be punched hard and whipped. He’ll probably be OK. I hope so since I want to use him again even more aggressively.”
Matt had observed the “rules” of the orgy during the flight. Jim was in charge, of course, and engaged in dominant sex and S&M. But with staff he kept to strict limits. Dennis was hugely turned on by being fucked and being whipped, so Jim laid into him and Dennis erupted with pain-induced pleasure. However, Dennis was not turned on by having his body covered with clothespins, as some other guys were, so Jim refrained from that with him. Jim was not the only sadist, and other staff who were got to enjoy their fun too, using the ones who were more masochist. It was a balance that met everyone’s needs. The exception was the slave Jim had referred to, who was used by everyone without any concern for his limits or desires. As Jim had explained to Matt, that was what slaves were for, and they knew it and accepted it. Further, that meant there was no need to push the limits of Jim or any of the staff, as they could get release from using the slave however they wanted. It made perfect sense to Matt.
“Anyway,” Jim continued. “If it’s OK I’d like to skip my formal work-out for now and fuck Matt’s ass, then flog him. He’s invited me to do it before, but I wanted to wait for this weekend, so it can be part of our partying.”
“Is that correct?” Mr. Fletcher asked Matt. “And if so, would you like Jim to fuck you? And whip you?”
“Yes, sir, it is.” Matt wanted to be very responsive. “And I’d be honored if Jim would be the first guy to do so. Anyone else is also welcome to fuck me, whip me, or whatever, if that’s OK with you and Jim. I think it would be fun for everyone if you made it a gangbang like I’ve seen in some of Jim’s S&M porn movies, and I suspect I’ve got a pretty tight hole since it’s never been used before.”
“Well, Jim’s workouts are important, but I guess that can come later. Plugging a virgin ass and doing some more vigorous flogging will give him a bit of exercise, and it isn’t something we get to do to such an eager and attractive butt every day, is it? Whipping someone is good exercise if it’s done vigorously for a decent amount of time so that can be today’s workout.
Since he’s your guest, son, you get to fuck him first, although if you’re willing to share as he suggests I would like to take a turn. Is that OK with you?” The question was to Jim, not Matt, as everyone understood the decisions were Jim’s. And, besides, Matt had already volunteered to be the target of a gang-bang. He had wondered why Jim hadn’t done it when they spent all those nights together, and he appreciated learning Jim did indeed want to make it a special occasion. Jim gave his dad an enthusiastic “yes.”
“Great. Let’s go for it. Edward, I think I’ll fuck Dennis while I watch the opening act. Why don’t you round him up along with 30 or 40 of the staff for the event? I know Jim likes an audience, and Matt can spend the afternoon getting a very personal introduction from some of the staff. The rest can fuck him later – this won’t be our only session, and he has a very appealing butt all set to be used.
“By the way, be sure to include a urinal or two for when someone needs to piss,” Mr. Fletcher continued as Edward started to carry out the request.
“No need, dad,” Jim interrupted. “I’ve trained Matt to drink both piss and cum, and he’s really good at it. I bet he can service the whole group.”
“It would be a privilege to do so, sir,” interjected Matt, somewhat eagerly. At one level he was taken aback by his offer turning into a rather massive gangbang, but he also understood that this was clearly a chance to ingratiate himself, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. Besides, he was quite turned on by the prospect of all those cocks ramming his ass and then pissing down his throat. It was a turn-on that made him feel useful.
“Well, son, it seems you’ve done a better job of training than even I had expected. I’m impressed. He also has good manners. It looks like you’ve found a talented young specimen. He’s well formed, and as you know I do like to start training when they’re still young. They’re so much more pliable while still in their late teens.”
They led Matt into the main hall, and then into a very large living room. It had lots of overstuffed chairs and expensive looking couches, a large oaken bar, and elegant oriental rugs. There was a fireplace already lit (although not needed given the warm weather) and a handsome young bartender and several waiters ready to get whatever someone wanted to eat or drink.
“Would you like a drink?” Jim asked Matt. “We have lots of beer, but you can have something different if you’d like. I’m going for beers myself since that causes me to piss more. After all, I want to be considerate of my guest. I know you’re fond of used beer from our movie dates.”
“Thanks, but in that case I’ll just wait to recycle yours. I am sure you’re anxious to get your cock inside me, and it would be rude for me to make you wait while I drank a fresh beer.” Mr. Fletcher observed the interaction between the boys with considerable satisfaction. Jim was maturing incredibly well. He had just finished high school, and his record was superb – athletics, great grades, leadership, and real popularity. Jim had developed into a very handsome young man, in the prime of his sexual activity. His body was naturally good looking, and he diligently followed Mr. Fletcher’ admonition to make its maintenance a top priority. So Jim’s muscles shone and his stamina was relentless.
What surprised and impressed Mr. Fletcher the most was how well Jim had trained Matt. Matt would perform nicely if properly maintained. His sexual orientation was totally gay, and it was already clear that he had remarkably strong submissive and masochistic tendencies. Matt was meant to serve someone, and that someone would be Jim. Jim had also done an outstanding job introducing Matt to sex as a submissive but eager source for Jim’s own pleasures rather than focusing on what pleased Matt. Matt didn’t even seem to need instruction to realize that it was all about Jim. Jim had already gotten Matt to accept that his role included being a human toilet. That usually took much longer in training slaves. Yes, Matt would be a very good first slave for Jim. Jim would not only enjoy Matt, but learn how to use slaves as property, not thinking of them as if they were still human. Transitioning Matt from a virgin school buddy new to gay sex into an object to be fucked and used up was a very important next step in Jim’s maturity. Mr. Fletcher wondered how Jim would react when it came time to dispose of Matt, but that was in the future.
It would never occur to Mr. Fletcher that Matt had any real value as a person. He was well aware Matt was the star of the soccer team and at the top of his class academically. He even knew about the awards Matt had just gotten. He especially knew Matt had overcome great adversity and lack of opportunity in a cruel setting. After all, Matt’s foster dad was one of Mr. Fletcher’s employees, and had been carrying out his instructions in raising Matt to crush his self-esteem. That had been a key part of his training. To David Fletcher, Matt was simply an object to be used in the training and pleasure of what mattered – Jim, a member of the family dynasty and David’s chosen heir. All those other things were just part of making Matt more useful for this purpose. That final night in foster care, which left Matt with no possessions, naked and drenched with shit and urine, followed by utter humiliation in front of his classmates, was just a setup to assure Matt had no hope or sense of any future other than Jim. It had obviously worked well.
What David did pay attention to was how wonderfully formed Matt was physically. He smiled as he noticed once again how some parts of any teenage boy develop sooner than others. In Matt’s case, he clearly had a fully developed cock, and it was seriously out of proportion to the relatively small size of the rest of his body. It made Matt an even sexier target, especially as Mr. Fletcher considered how fragile and vulnerable the rest of Matt’s body was. There is no way the 17-year old could resist a beating or whipping form the older, stronger males. That was what being an Alpha Male was all about, and it caused Mr. Fletcher to feel the need for an extra degree of satisfaction, as he realized he was getting seriously excited sexually.
“Edward,” David said quietly to his butler once he returned from sending messages for staff to join them. “Do we have any fresh young meat in the holding cells that’s ready for harvest later tonight? I think I’m getting rather horny for something a bit more extreme than what Jim will be doing at this point.”
“Indeed you are, sir,” came the respectful but playful answer as he stroked his employer’s manhood. “And I figured you would be. I’d seen Matt before at the beach place, and I had a similar reaction. So I arranged for the cells to be fully stocked for the weekend. We’ve got four especially promising candidates within the herd for you to choose from, who were on the plane in the slave cargo hold. One of them looks a bit like Matt, although his cock isn’t as large. But he is also 17, pretty, and very reliable with his orgasms. We got him a few weeks ago and we’ve been getting him prepared. He has responded very well to the drugs and training and is ready to be appreciative of your attention. You should look at the others, too. They’re all good quality imports from the mainland and they all survived a double dose of the erection drug. They’re expendable and unbelievably horny. Your program of payments to various police groups is starting to pay off. When they pick up these losers as truants or for petty crimes they’re checking in with us first. We tell them it’s for a rehab program, of course, and the prisoners sign a waiver agreeing to go into rehab. I think a few of the cops suspect what’s really happening, and the irony is that those are the ones who are sending the better-quality meat. After all, it helps them clean up the streets. So, as an aside, I have some suggestions on focusing and increasing the payments.”
“You’re pretty impressive at times,” responded Mr. Fletcher. “Do what you think is best as to the payments. That’s chump change. I’ll check out the collection later this afternoon. After all, Matt’s Jim’s toy. I wouldn’t want to mess up his indoctrination, which is obviously going extremely well. After I choose my sport for the night, feel free to pick one for yourself. Or maybe we can team up on a couple of them.”
“Thank you, sir. That’s very generous.”
David and Edward rejoined the main conversation. As they did so a waiter handed Mr. Fletcher a small salad he’d ordered, and the bartender served him a glass of expensive red wine. As Mr. Fletcher took the salad (having not had anything since he landed that morning), the waiter asked if he’d like the usual dressing. He nodded, and both the waiter and the bartender quickly jerked off, their beautiful bodies rapidly achieving orgasm so that their cocks spilled generous helpings of cum onto the salad. They asked if he’d like more than that, and when he again nodded a second waiter did the same. “Thanks. That looks just right. I do think cum makes the best dressing of all.”
By now, there were about 50 guys ready for the gangbang. Word had spread, and Jim loved the idea of showing off his new sex toy. All were studs, ready to shoot their load as soon as they had the chance. Quite a few started playing with each other, but most quickly focused on Matt. Here was new fresh meat, nice and young, and very available. They wanted to examine him, so they did. Matt was poked and prodded like cattle at an auction, with hands caressing his skin, fingers exploring his asshole, and several guys opening his mouth to examine the other potential opening for depositing cum. His tits were already hard, but they got harder as they were squeezed and massaged, with guys commenting on how nice and firm they were for a male so young.
Very shortly, the conversation turned to the issue of how best to position Matt for fucking. Some of the guys suggested doggy style. Others wanted to use a sling.
“If we go doggy style, it’s more degrading for him,” argued a young bodybuilder whose cock was truly massive.
“Yeah, but if we use a sling Master Jim can see his face and enjoy the reaction as he slams his cock into that tiny little ass and rips him open,” argued another guy, who had a much slenderer build but had a larger cock. “With my giant penis I like to see the pain in the face when I enter. And it’s even more fun to see how hard they get while I’m pumping.”
Matt had joined in the conversation with enthusiasm. He asked how much it hurt to be fucked and seemed pleased when they told him it would hurt a lot for a guy as young as he was who hadn’t been fucked before. He asked what he could do to make it more fun for the guy doing the fucking, and they told him he should react as much as he could, writhing in response to the pain and the pleasure. He asked if being fucked would cause him to shoot his own load, and they told him that some oversexed guys do but better trained guys wait until they are told to shoot.
Matt was also solicitous of whether the guys would want him to clean their cocks after they satisfied themselves. They assured him that he would be expected to do that and that he also would be expected to swallow any piss they needed to unload during the afternoon. Finally, Matt had politely wondered how it would be appropriate for him to express his thanks to each guy for using him. He said he didn’t want to do anything that might embarrass Jim, who had been kind enough to invite him to the entertainment. From the moment other guys had shown up, Matt had made it clear that he welcomed being fucked by the entire group.
Mr. Fletcher interrupted the exchange, having finished his salad and his first glass of wine. “So, Jim, what do you think? It’s your birthday, and it seems to me it’s time to get going with your party.”
Matt was startled by this information. He had no idea it was Jim’s birthday, and it bothered him that he hadn’t gotten Jim a present. Although he knew he couldn’t afford anything nice, or for that matter anything at all, since he literally had no possessions whatsoever, he thought he should have at least made some token offering. The realization startled him from his fascination with the exchange on how he would best entertain the group. He already knew his own opinions weren’t relevant, but he was extremely interested in how the guys felt. What he did understand is that he wanted to do whatever provided Jim and his buddies the most fun, especially on Jim’s birthday.
“Well, it’s a close call for me,” answered Jim, bringing Matt back to the scene as he remembered the conversation on how best to fuck him. “So I think I want to do both. I’ll start with a sling. I do want to see how he reacts when his butt gets popped for the first time. I’m not as big as these two (pointing to the two owners of the massive cocks who had been debating the
best technique), but I’m not exactly small. I figure Matt’s ass is very tight, and I can inflict at least a little pain as part of the process, even if my cock won’t split him open like a stuck pig the way those guys will. Then I think I want to have a couple of you flip him over so I can shoot my load into him doggy style, which is a little more humiliating for him. After I cum, and dad has his turn, each of you can do what you like. But as soon as I get horny again, I may want another shot at Matt, or maybe I’ll just fuck a couple of you guys.”
Matt couldn’t help himself, and he spoke up. “Gee, Jim, I didn’t know it was your birthday weekend. I think it would be great if you fucked me as many times as you want. I didn’t get you anything since I didn’t know, and I don’t have any money or possessions to use to buy anything even if I did know, so maybe that can be my present.”
“Oh, I have a present from you in mind in addition to a few butt-fucks,” laughed Jim, now a little affected by his second beer. “We’ll get to that later this evening. I appreciate the offer. I just don’t want to deprive my buddies here of their fun, and I do recall that some of them have very satisfactory butts.”
Everyone laughed. And with that, Jim led the group to a door at the side of the living room. It was very unobtrusive, and Matt noticed that he entered a code on a pad that was discretely hidden next to the door.
“Shall we, gentlemen?” Jim asked. “Hey dad, is there anything interesting on display in here I should warn Matt about, so he doesn’t freak out too much?”
“Not much,” Mr. Fletcher answered, smiling. “Just a couple of slaves in early processing and a supply of them in some of the cages. I haven’t done any real harvesting for a while because I’ve just gotten back home this morning. But don’t worry, we have the entire weekend, and I’m thinking of staying all next week. So we can fill up the place with fun targets now that you’re done with school.”
As the conversation continued, Jim led the group into the next room. Matt had overheard the exchange, and was excited at the idea of not going back to school and staying with Jim’s family. Maybe they’d let him stay the week. But before he could process that thought, his breath was taken away by the sight of the room they entered.
Matt had seen dungeons in the various gay S&M films he and Jim had watched, and Jim had a few toys in his bedroom at the beach mansion. But Matt had never seen anything like this. It was huge and brightly lit, with torture implements everywhere. Interspersed among them were exercise machines and free-weights. This was a combination exercise room and torture chamber. He saw St. Andrew’s crosses next to treadmills. Traditional crosses with dildos added were up against the walls, next to elaborate climbing walls for exercise. There were whipping posts of all kinds, some that held the victim in place and some that allowed him to swing free, suspended so his body would sway and twist as it was flogged front and back. There were fucking stations that involved strapping the victim over a leather seat, hands and feet secured to the base so that he was perfectly positioned for butt-fucking and/or cock sucking. They even had hand-holds like ski poles to help the person doing the butt-fucking get better leverage. In some, the seats were covered with nails instead of leather, which would cut into the victim’s chest and belly, ripping them further as his body moved in response to the fucking. Numerous tables set up as racks for torture were interspersed with other exercise machines, each rack having lots of straps to hold the subject still to whatever extent desired or dislocate shoulders and even rip arms completely form the torso, with channels at the edges to funnel and drain liquids that flowed from the bodies as they were tortured and ripped apart. Large vertical wheels were fixed with straps that allowed a guy to be positioned for torture and then spun upside down or sideways for easier access to all parts of the body. Cages were everywhere, some suspended in the air for better display of the victim – and many complete with a naked male slave ready to begin its torture.
Matt’s attention quickly went to the slings, where he knew he would soon be suspended. But as he looked at one, he saw past it to crosses on the wall. He was especially fascinated by the knives and whips conveniently located throughout the room, often next to dumbbells and
nautilus machines. Matt was so stunned that he literally stopped in his tracks and had trouble drawing his breath.
“Impressed?” asked Jim, paying close attention to Matt’s reaction. “Or scared?”
“Impressed,” answered Matt truthfully. “But I think I’m mostly just excited. I never imagined a place like this could exist. It’s just amazing. And like you said, all these slaves look almost relaxed, ready to serve by being tortured. I’m curious. Do they sometimes fail to survive the torture? A lot of this stuff looks potentially fatal.”
Jim laughed. “No. They ALWAYS fail to survive, at least in due course. They know it’s what they deserve, and snuffing a slave is a fantastic turn-on and stress reliever for all of us. The fuck-stands with the nails are a favorite of mine, since the nails will tear apart the nipples and pecks as I fuck the guy and he can’t avoid gyrating on the bench. The guy dies while I am fucking him, which is a great feeling as his ass tightens around my cock. It’s a lot of fun.”
As Jim spoke, Matt focused on the guys being held in cages, and especially noticed two young males with hands and feet nailed to crosses just beyond the sling he had spotted. He had seen lots of S&M videos with guys tied to crosses, but never with their hands and feet nailed to the cross. This greatly enhanced the effect. They appeared to be very fit and were quite handsome. All the young males were sort of “on display” in the room, with erect cocks even though some were obviously in pain. Jim explained that this was the effect of the drug Matt had just taken, so Matt would remain hard for the afternoon and beyond. The difference was these guys got double doses so they’d stay hard and have orgasms throughout the torture sessions, even as things got extremely rough. A double dose would ultimately be fatal, but not for a while and these guys were going to die anyway.
Matt counted about 30 of the slaves. Some were shackled to the whipping posts, ready to receive their lashes. Several others were tied to tables, with various leather restraints that seemed to stretch their arms and legs but also to stretch and separate their balls away from the rest of the body, no doubt for easier CBT sessions. But what got Matt’s attention the most were the two guys nailed to crosses. They appeared to be in intense pain, struggling to breath.
“Oh,” laughed Mr. Fletcher. “I forgot. I did have Edward nail up a couple of slaves yesterday evening. I thought they’d be fun to watch and it looks like they’re proceeding nicely. One of the advantages of the dildos attached to the crosses, which are stuck up their asses, is that they get a little support. So they can suffer a lot longer, which means there’s something fun to look at. As for the rest of these guys, they’re fresh S&M slaves and you should all feel free to let them entertain you. Just be sure I get to see what you’re doing and maybe join in if it gets interesting.”
Murmurs of agreement and appreciation came from the house servants. David Fletcher was indeed a generous employer to his favored staff. Nonetheless, even though there were some serious opportunities to inflict pain, the group’s attention quickly returned to Matt.
“No problem, dad. I’ve explained the role of slaves to Matt and he’s cool. I don’t think anyone needs to hold back.”
“Absolutely,” added Matt. “Jim explained how the slaves understand their role, and this all makes great sense. Whatever pleases Jim is the right thing to do.” Everyone was pleased with the response and it was time to start the fun.
“So, Jim,” one of the staff inquired. “Where do you want to put your new toy?”
Jim pointed Matt toward the sling Matt was staring at. He instructed Matt to climb up onto it, laying on his back with his head pointed toward the back wall where the two guys were being crucified.
“I like this one. And with Matt pointed this way I can watch the guys being crucified while I fuck him. I plan to take a while and they’re clearly starting to have serious trouble breathing. That’ll be an added bit of entertainment as they weaken and it gets worse for them. So the rest of you should take a number.”
Indeed, Matt realized that there was a number dispensing machine, like the kind you see in ice cream stores. Jim had gotten #1, and his dad #2. At Matt’s suggestion Dennis, their driver, got #3. After that, it was an open season.
“Remember guys,” joked Jim. “It’s first serve, first cum.” The joke was one they had heard before, but everyone laughed anyway.
Matt quickly climbed onto the sling, and several guys tied him in. His legs were in the air, and his virgin butt was nicely positioned for Jim’s use. It was finally time for Jim to end Matt’s virginity.
Jim did not lubricate himself or Matt before he thrust his cock into Matt’s vulnerable ass. He wanted to inflict the maximum pain. The thrust was effective, and Jim felt the extreme pleasure of having his cock surrounded by a very tight yet pliant asshole. He was of course extremely aroused, so he was careful to hold back so he wouldn’t shoot too early. He didn’t want to have this pleasure end any time soon. Unlike most young males, Jim was able to sustain fucking for a long time before he shot his load. Part of it was talent, and part was experience. He was busy fucking Matt for quite a while. He was particularly pleased to see that he had caused Matt to bleed, as shown by the droplets that leaked out as he pumped in and out. He pointed that out to the group, who complimented him on his technique and the obvious effectiveness of his cock. Matt joined in the congratulations and expressed his appreciation for Jim’s efforts. “I guess I’d better stop easing you about a small cock. It’s clearly big enough to do a hell of a job on me.”
Jim also enjoyed the look of obvious pain on Matt’s face and was pleased that Matt showed such a good attitude. Indeed, Matt remained fully erect during the session. Jim had chosen well.
After a very long time, Jim told some of the guys to flip Matt over and put him on one of the leather-covered fuck machines, doggy style. They did so quickly, and Jim resumed fucking. It was even some time after that before Jim finally reached orgasm, blasting a load into Matt. His effort was met with a cheer, and Jim felt completely drained. He leaned over Matt and kissed him. Matt, in turn, thanked Jim for using him, and offered to suck his cock clean.
Jim took advantage of Matt’s offer, and then let loose a large load of beer-tasting piss. He stood back a bit for effect, so others could watch how well Matt had been trained to swallow it. As always, Matt didn’t spill a drop, and then thanked Jim for getting him some beer, albeit used.
“Gentleman,” Jim announced to general cheering. “He’s not a virgin any more, as you just saw. But you’re welcome to make sure.”
Matt vividly remembered that first fuck very fondly, and he remembered how Jim’s dad had also caused him considerable pain with his even larger cock, followed by almost being torn open by Dennis and then the two muscle guys. Indeed, Matt’s memory of everything about his first gangbang was still vivid. It took hours for all fifty guys to rape him, and it hurt a lot, but being used to give sexual pleasure to all those friends of Jim’s was utterly fulfilling. He also got to drink lots and lots of used beer, and they even drained cum from his ass every now and then and had him drink that too. When he himself needed to piss, it was into a pail that he also drained, He remembered the total humiliation of it all as the time he learned what his true nature was. He was completely comfortable with that.
Matt had come to realize Jim’s sadistic tendencies were extreme, based initially on the videos they watched and Jim’s reactions. Matt had volunteered his body for Jim’s use, but as with fucking his ass Jim had declined, telling him that would come in due course. Seeing the two guys nailed to crosses and hearing Mr. Fletcher’s casual comments about “process” confirmed Matt’s suspicions, and Jim’s descriptions left no doubt. When everyone had finished fucking him, Matt wasn’t surprised that Jim selected a whipping stand that suspended Matt by his wrists so he could twist as he was flogged, allowing Jim, Jim’s dad, and Dennis to stand in a circle around his body and enjoy lashing him front, back, and sides. The best part was that the drug had kicked in by then and his erect cock provided a great added target. By the time they were tired out, Jim having gotten his exercise, Matt’s body was dripping blood and sweat along with the cum oozing from his wounded ass. Dennis sucked him off to complete the effect, adding a load of Matt’s cum, and then his piss, to the flow. It was an awesome scene for everyone, especially Matt. As it had proceeded, he had wondered if Jim would snuff him, but felt it would be rude to ask. He wouldn’t have resisted, even if he could, but was pleased when he was still alive without any permanent damage as his first rape/torture session ended. He didn’t want to stop serving Jim.
Matt’s mind returned to the present, still speeding down the beach road in Jim’s car.
“That was a pretty amazing fuck session the first time you took me to the estate,” Matt commented.
“Yeah, I still remember it myself. You really had a nice tight ass then. It’s still not too bad, and there’s remarkably little effect from all the stuff I’ve stuck up it since then. Our vet has kept you in good repair. You’re not quite as tight as you used to be, but after fisting and an occasional baseball bat, I suppose that’s to be expected. I have access to lots of other guys who are cute virgins, so it’s not a big deal.”
“Sorry about that. But I’m still willing to take anything you want to place up there, so maybe that will provide some entertainment for you today. Your electric dildo toy is not a bad start.”
“I’ve got some fun ideas. But I’m going to make you available for the group first. I think a lot of them will want to do a last fuck of my sex toy. But those are good memories and I’ve kind of gotten into fisting guys thanks to the fun I’ve had with you. So you’ve been useful. Of course, anyone who wants to fuck you with whatever they’d like will be free to do so, so it might be entertaining to see how creative guys get and how badly you get ripped open.
“What I remember most about that first time at the estate, however, was that you were so naive when I asked for my birthday present.”
Matt’s mind again wandered into the past. He thought about the afternoon after the first gang rape and whipping. Jim had taken him to his room, which was amazingly spacious and filled with a plentiful set of S&M equipment along with a giant bed. He and Jim had been lying in bed, just the two of them. Jim had fucked Matt’s sore ass again and introduced Matt to the pain that comes from electrical current flowing between the genitals and nipples. But he allowed Matt to shoot a load onto Jim’s chest and then lick it up for Jim’s entertainment. Then Jim had started asking him questions.
“What do you think about when you jerk off?”
“I used to think about a lot of different things, but now I think about you and about the guys in the S&M films we watch.”
“And who are you in the film while you’re fantasizing?”
“Well,” answered Matt somewhat sheepishly, “I get most excited if I’m the guy getting whipped and fucked. Seeing that on movies really turned me on, and now that I’ve experienced it for real I’m fixated on wanting more. Is that wrong?”
“Of course not,” laughed Jim. “It just confirms what I’ve always assumed. You’re a complete masochist and a natural slave. You haven’t realized it yet, which is OK. You’re new at it, but you’re a good-looking young specimen of man-meat who shows some real
potential to be useful.”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
‘It’s simple, and we’ve talked about it before but not in relation to you. The world is made up of natural masters and natural slaves. Most people are sort of in the middle, but guys like us have very clear roles. As masters, it is appropriate that dad and I have tons of money – like I said earlier, it’s billions and billions of dollars. We know how to rule and do it well. By contrast, it’s natural that you’re a throw-away kid on the streets. You require someone to serve. Lucky for you, I found you at school and have been carefully training you to realize your sole purpose and potential. Dad had me make you a project for my own development. These movies were carefully selected to create awareness over time with increasing intensity.”
Matt was stunned. He had no conception of any of this going on. But he was not upset. In fact, his already erect cock throbbed a bit more intensely as Jim had been speaking. What Jim was saying made sense and fit with their prior conversations and what their teacher had taught them. He appreciated being selected for Jim’s experiment.
“So what am I?” Matt asked, both curious and intrigued.
“It’s time for you to decide that. You have two choices and you need to pick one of them. If you want, you could become one of the citizens on the island, free to build a career and probably meet some guy who will dominate but nourish you. You’re smart and personable and attractive, and a lot of guys would find your shyness sexy. If that’s what you decide, I’ll get it set up for you.
Option two is for you to become a slave – my slave. Your status would be no different than the animals being tortured and ultimately snuffed in the game room downstairs. The difference would be that it will have been your choice. Those animals are slaves because they were bred for it or because they violated the rules of society and lost their citizenship. So they learn it’s their duty to do all the dirty, dangerous work and in due course be horribly tortured and killed, their bodies used for food and fertilizer. We train them to accept that and they’re actually quite content as well as obedient.
Matt was stunned, and a lot of things started to fit into place. “I wondered what was going to happen to the two guys nailed to crosses in the game room. You’re saying they will stay there until they’re dead. Right?”
“Right. And all the other slaves will suffer similar fates. It’s how we manage the violent urges of citizens and Alpha Males, and it works amazingly well. We satisfy our sadistic sexual passions and the slaves need to die anyway so we have a meat supply. Having them die horrible, humiliating deaths as part of sexual S&M sessions has no downside and makes them more useful. Once they’re trained they appreciate that opportunity to serve. Sometimes, like the household slaves our typical citizens own, they serve for a long time before they’re disposed of.”
“Do you think I’m one of them?”
“Not as of now. You’re a citizen, like the staff at the estate, and you’re entitled to respect and freedom so long as you don’t disobey the Alpha Male laws. That’s why I respected everyone’s limits for the S&M fun we had on the plane but didn’t with the slave. It’s your choice, and you could choose to be a salve instead if you want to.”
“Is that the birthday present you’d like?”
“Yes, but only if you choose to do so. You see, there’s a special feeling of sexual power from using a slave who chooses to serve, suffer, and die. Knowing that choice was voluntary adds a lot to the sexual thrill of owning and using the slave. If you wanted to do that, it would increase the intensity of my orgasms and my satisfaction in dominating you. But don’t misunderstand: The choice is irrevocable, and if you make that choice you will indeed be like the slaves you saw, and I will torture you constantly, humiliate you always, and eventually (or maybe right away) horribly kill you. This is not a pretend thing. It would be for real.”
Matt didn’t even hesitate in his choice. “Of course I’ll be your slave. I think I already am and have been for a long time. This would just make it official. You are free to do whatever you want with me, and I know it will involve me being tortured and snuffed whenever you feel like doing so. I hope you really get a thrill out of it when you do. And you can count on my total obedience and cooperation. Happy birthday from your new slave.”
Jim was thrilled. This was indeed the birthday present he most wanted to get. And he made it effective immediately.
“Great. I’d say thanks but as of now you’re an object, a piece of property. You’re important only to the extent you can provide me pleasure. I don’t like to think of objects like you as slaves because the term slave implies people who are somehow just of lower rank. What you need to understand is that you have no rank at all – no more than this bed we’re laying in or a piece of meat in the fridge. If I want to destroy that footstool by my desk, or eat some meat, no one would object. The stool and the meat are mine to do with as I want. You are no different, just potentially more fun to use than a chair or a wastebasket. You perform the same function as a urinal in a bathroom, but it’s more fun to piss down your throat than to piss into a porcelain toilet – and ultimately, you’ll be more fun to destroy, because it would be wrong to waste a nice designer toilet. It’s fun to destroy a piece of male property like you – a piece of not yet dead meat. And porcelain isn’t edible. You are.
“You are now my body slave. That means you’d always be nearby and ready to serve me however I want. That is your sole purpose, and when I get tired of you or if you fail in any aspect you’d be destroyed. Again, think of a piece of furniture, except that furniture doesn’t get tortured to death and eaten when I decide to get something new. For a piece-of-shit-slave like you, being my body slave is quite an honor.
“Incidentally, your foster dad works for my family. He has been part of the program for years, making sure your self-esteem remains low and you endure humiliation and deprivation. Dad and I arranged the scene at his house the other night to trigger a change in your status, so you’d arrive here without any ties or options through him. I also arranged the “coming out” scene in front of the school with Dennis, which is a great cover to explain you dropping out of school. No one will ever know or care what happened to you. And you cooperated by throwing away the last possessions you had – the clothes you prostituted yourself to get at the beach – and you now have absolutely nothing. My goal was to get you psychologically ready to admit what you are and accept your proper role in life. But it still needed to be your choice, and I would have honored it had you chosen a life as a citizen. You would not have been happy or fulfilled, however, because what you now are is what you were meant to be. All of our effort was just to get you to the point you’d recognize that. I’ve given you the gift of fulfilling your role, and when I kill you I’ll give you the further gift of the kind of horrible death you deserve – and want and need for your sense of having been useful.”
“Good. Remember that first S&M video I showed you with the guy getting whipped? I told you dad hired him and we had a great weekend when I got to flog him. I told you he was grateful for dad taking care of his troubles with the law. That’s all true, but the way dad took care of his troubles was by turning him into a sex slave. We were testing some drugs we developed for criminal types who were being reduced to slave status, and we wanted to find out if he would agree to cooperate and be snuffed just for our amusement. He did, and I not only got to flog him, but I got to snuff him. It was my first kill, and sexually thrilling for me as I fucked his ass, gutted him, and then slowly strangled him. Watching the pain and despair in his face and feeling the pressure on my cock as his body pitifully struggled to stay alive was amazing. He even shot a load as he died, which triggered my own orgasm. I was so horny I fucked him again as his dead body continued to gyrate for my pleasure. He did join us for dinner, but as the main course, and dad let me carve the meat. Part of the plan is to replace cattle with slaves as our prime meat source, since that will help with the ozone environmental issues and slaves are so much more satisfying to kill and eat. It’s especially fun if they’re still alive while being carved up. All the meat we serve here is slave meat. I’ll let you see the video of that first kill for your education. Put this DVD in the player. There’s a large screen that will come down from the ceiling when you put it in.”
Matt obeyed. He took the DVD and started it, then returned to the side of Jim’s bed, kneeling obediently beside the bed even though Jim had not instructed him to do so. Jim was pleased. Matt’s instincts and training were serving him well. He told Matt to lay beside him so he could observe Matt’s reaction to the film.
The film was astonishing, and showed Jim doing a fabulous job torturing the young male to death, while the victim not only did not resist but politely thanked Jim for the honor of being Jim’s first snuff victim. Several cameras focused on different angles of the tortures, catching all aspects of the death itself, including the agony on the face of the dying male and the sexual ecstasy on Jim’s as he fucked the body while it was twitching violently in its death throws and then again after it was technically dead but still convulsing. The film then featured Jim celebrating with his dad and some others at dinner, slicing choice cuts of meat off the now-dead slave and enjoying the feast. Surprisingly to Matt, all of this turned him on a lot. He had never even conceived of anything like this and it took him by complete shock. But it did something else. The scene confirmed his decision and turned him on beyond belief. Matt shot a giant load of cum as he watched the scenes where Jim fucked the dying body, fanaticizing himself as the victim. His orgasm wasn’t caused by touching himself or even by being fucked – it was triggered by the images in the movie and the realization this likely would happen to him someday, as it should.
“I hoped you’d react that way. I told my dad that you were ready, and clearly you are. By our standards that first time for me was a quick snuff. Usually it takes much longer and is far more painful. And I like to enjoy some of the meat while the guy is still alive and can watch me eat him, although I leave the body in good enough shape to enjoy fucking it while it dies and again while it’s still nice and warm, finishing its death convulsions. I’ve learned a lot of great torture techniques since then so you can count on a far worse level of torture, leading to the same fate.
“This guy was cooperative and willing because of drugs, and we’ve proven we can convert anyone into a willing slave when we want to. That will be critical as we reform various societies and take control. But you are different in an important way. You are a willing slave because you know you should be. That is what my project was all about, and that is why I will especially enjoy owning you and killing you. For the full effect, it had to be your choice. I’m pleased you made the choice you did and given how resilient you are I know it is for real. Even after all the events before you came to the island, you recovered quickly and continued on, showing up at school despite humiliation that would have broken most people. That makes you a more appealing slave.”
“Thanks, Jim. That means a lot to me and yes, this is my choice.”
Jim moved the conversation to a different aspect. “Incidentally, you didn’t have permission to shoot, so you’ll have to suffer consequences for that. I’m going to torture you, introducing you to a new definition of pain. Pain will be a central part of your life from now on. Further, now that you know your role you need to perform adequately. And adequately means perfectly – doing what I say always, serving my desires, and using your body only to serve and entertain me. If you ever shoot a load again without permission, it will be your last. You will never have the honor of serving me again, you will be totally emasculated so you can never enjoy any sexual gratification, and you will be used for months as a lab animal for research on advanced methods of inflicting extreme pain. Is that clear?”
“And you don’t get to call me Jim any more. People call each other by their names. You’re no longer people. You are to call me “sir” and you are to bow
your head when you address me. You are also not allowed to speak unless you are spoken to and a response is required. If you have a question, you first ask permission to speak. Clear?”
“OK. One last chance to change your mind. Do you accept and agree to your new position as a piece of property?”
“Yes, sir. I understand, and I will obey completely. Thank you for accepting my unworthy birthday present. I hope you enjoy it.”
Matt noted the change in his master’s tone. They were no longer schoolmates, with Jim as the elder mentor leading Matt into sexual awareness. Now, Matt had been assigned his role in life and he must obey. At that moment, Matt accepted his fate and determined to satisfy his new master. He understood his role, and for whatever time Jim chose to keep him as a piece of Jim’s property, Matt would cooperate fully. He realized this was not only his purpose, it was his greatest hope and source of joy. He wanted to be Jim’s property.
Jim and Matt rejoined the larger group for dinner, and everyone congratulated Jim on his outstanding success in training his body-slave. Matt knelt behind Jim to be available for any needed services, observing how lavish the dinner feast was, with an assortment of delicious looking vegetables and side dishes on the table. To the side was another table on which there was a handsome young slave lying on his back. A chef stood by him and sliced off the desired cuts of live slave-meat that the diners requested, either serving them as slave-tar-tar or grilling the selection to order on a nearby Hibachi. It appeared to Matt to be a wonderful meal and a wonderful gathering of family and friends. The combination of the slave’s screams and his expressions of appreciation for the honor of being their entree’ added nicely to the atmosphere. The slave had expressed his thanks to each diner, until one of them decided to try some fresh tongue. When it came time to serve the cock, the chef brought it to orgasm so it could be sliced off as it was spilling cum, which was a nice effect. Matt only hoped he could someday perform as well as this slave had done.
Jim’s voice over the noise of the drive once again brought Matt back to the present reality.
“What I can’t decide is whether I want to keep a souvenir. After all, you were my first human property, and that has a little sentiment. Dad says it doesn’t matter, and advises against keeping anything from slave carouses, but I’m not sure. What do you think?”
“I’d be honored if you did. It would mean a lot to me, not that my feelings matter. Nor should they. But maybe you could use my cock and balls as a paperweight? It might help organize all that stuff on your desk.” (Before their roles had shifted from schoolmates to owner and property, Matt had teased Jim about his disorganized desk. It had been one of their favorite jokes since Jim tended to leave stuff all over the place.) “Or maybe my skin could be turned into a jacket or something? You’re very good at skinning guys alive, and it’s always a crowd pleaser since it’s obviously unbelievably painful but not necessarily immediately fatal. I’d still be alive while you cut me up as food.”
“I don’t wear clothes, idiot,” came the needling reply. “But maybe the paperweight idea is worth thinking about. I must admit my desk is still a mess, and you do have a nice set. I don’t like eating cock – muscles aren’t very tender. If I don’t have it made into a paperweight, I’ll probably just have it turned into hamburger or sausage, or maybe have you eat it yourself. I strongly suspect your breast meat will be the best, so I’m going to try that first. The issue is if I want to enjoy your balls as an appetizer. Guy oysters are tasty, and I’ve wondered what you’ll taste like. I guess I’ll decide at the time.”
“I hope you enjoy my meat however you decide.” Matt was quite sincere in this. His only regret about the party was that it would end his service.
“If I may ask, have you decided whether to kill me first or do you think you will be able to keep me alive long enough to enjoy my flesh while I watch? I know how much you like munching on a guy’s tastier parts while you vivisect him and watch the agony and humiliation. I want to provide you as much fun as possible.”
“I haven’t completely decided, but that’s my inclination. I think it’s the most humiliating way for a guy to die, watching himself get cut up for food and knowing he’ll literally wind up as shit. So don’t disappoint me by dying too soon. I want a worthwhile show.”
“I’ll do my very best. You can count on me. I’m deeply grateful for all the use you’ve made of me over the past five years. I expected you to snuff me on my 18th birthday like you mentioned when you took me over as your property. So these years have been a wonderful chance to serve.”
“Yeah, I considered that. But you are a fun fuck and extremely obedient. Frankly, I like your attitude, and I even used to like you as a buddy back when you were a person. Having a willing slave who is content or even eager to be killed whenever I feel like it has turned out to be even more of a tun-on than I’d imagined. Besides, when you were 18 I didn’t have a great replacement.
“I’m glad I kept you around. Maybe I’m sentimental like dad accuses me of being. I’m not sure. But in any event today will take care of the issue. It would be a little embarrassing to keep a slave any longer than I have.
“There’s another thing too. I posted a message on the fact I was going to snuff you today as part of my birthday party and invited young guys on the island to apply to replace you. I made it clear it was just going to be a one-year gig, so I was amazed how many did so, happy to convert from citizen to slave so they could be my body slave for a year and then be snuffed at my next birthday party if not before. It’s down to four finalists, and they’re all terrific. Before they watch you die they’ll all compete to take your place. They’ve all agreed that the contests will be to the death, which seems appropriate. Maybe it would be amusing to have the winner eat your cock.”
Matt was not disappointed with this report. He knew he was six years older than when he had first attracted Jim’s sexual attention. He was glad that Jim would find other objects to satisfy him after Jim disposed of Matt. The years of training had been very instructive in confirming that it was about Jim’s desires, his pleasure.
“Anyway, I’m glad I didn’t throw you away at 18. You have been a great sex object, and you provided me with quality entertainment, like when I used you in those soccer matches a few years ago. You were pretty impressive.”
“Thanks.” Matt was ecstatic. He had never gotten any reaction from Jim for that effort, and he had given it his all. Matt knew he was a good soccer player since his freshman year in high school, when he made varsity after leading a winning freshman team. Jim had used him, along with some other slaves, to form a highly competitive team. They played other slave teams, and they always won. (One incentive was that the losing teams were brutally slaughtered at the end of the games by being fed to the crowd.) Matt knew he was the primary reason Jim’s team won but had never had a conversation about it.
The best part of the soccer games was knowing Jim was watching. As Matt and his teammates ran up and down the field, their beautiful bodies glistening with sweat and their hard cocks bouncing with the motion, he was aware that it got Jim turned on. Those nights tended to have some of the best sex Matt would enjoy with Jim. Jim sometimes kept a few of the losing slaves for himself, and let Matt eat their cocks while they were still attached, just as they reached orgasm from Matt’s blow jobs. As they died, Jim would shoot his load up their tightening assholes. It was a lot of fun and those were among Matt’s most wonderful memories.
The two young men drove on in silence for a few minutes, but then Jim spotted a side road and turned off toward the beach. “Here’s a place I want to show you,” Jim said. “It’s my favorite place on our whole island. The beach is unusually smooth and wide, and there’s a fantastic view. Let’s stop for a while.”
Matt was startled at the suggestion, assuming they would head straight to
Jim’s birthday party. But he hardly objected. Nor did he have any idea what Jim had in mind. He wasn’t even aware of the beach despite the fact he was almost always with Jim.
Jim stopped the car at the end of the side road, and motioned for Matt to follow him., taking Matt by the hand, which also had not happened in years. They walked down a trail, and Matt understood why Jim liked the spot. It was the best view of the water and the mountains that Matt had ever seen, and the beach was totally pristine. There were no footprints, and the beach was so clean it was almost as if it had been manicured. There was a large blanket laid on it just above the water line with a picnic basket next to it.
“No one is permitted to come here except me,” Jim explained. “I have gardeners who tend to it every morning to assure it’s always perfect. I had them prepare it for us to visit, and then they smoothed out their footprints as they left to preserve the effect.”
They walked in silence to the edge of the water, next to the blanket, where Jim turned to Matt and touched his body. To Matt’s utter `amazement, this was followed by a very tender embrace and a deep, loving kiss. Slowly, Jim led their bodies down to the blanket, where he continued to stroke Matt’s smooth skin and deepened his kiss.
“I hope you have enjoyed the freedom you have had during the past five years,” Jim whispered as he briefly withdrew his tongue from deep in Matt’s mouth. “I wanted to be sure you understand how fortunate you have been, and also to give you one last gift.”
Matt was too shocked to speak. Jim used Matt sexually all the time both before and after acquiring him, but afterwards it was as an object, never as a lover. That was fine and all Matt expected. But this was totally different and far beyond exciting. Matt also had no idea what Jim was referring to. Freedom? Matt was a total slave, a piece of property as Jim often pointed out. Matt was quite content with that but didn’t see how this related to freedom. Yet his confusion was overwhelmed by his excitement at the tender embrace.
The two bodies became tightly coupled and rolled onto the beach. They were lapped by the warm waves from time to time, which only increased the mutual excitement. Jim didn’t just kiss Matt’s mouth, he adorned his whole body with affection. In due course, that even included Matt’s throbbing penis, as Jim maneuvered them into a 69 embrace.
“I know you’re confused, as usual. You were never a quick study. Let me explain. At the party dad will announce that I’m officially his heir and successor and appoint me to run a series of major family enterprises. It’s a tremendous honor and I want to do a great job. But it comes at a cost. Someone in his and my positions cannot trust anyone, and we do not have real friends. We have everything else anyone could possibly want, and more, but we are in one sense prisoners of our own wealth and positions. But you were given the freedom to turn over everything you are to me as your complete owner. That gives you a kind of freedom. You don’t have decisions to make or anything to worry about. You only need to obey and everything else will be decided for you. You have freedom from having to make decisions or achieve goals. You are free to focus entirely on your role as my body slave without having to concern yourself with anything else.
“But what I want you to know is that, if I were permitted to have a true friend and lover, it would be you. That’s why I’ve kept you so long. You’ll be dead by the end of the day, so I don’t have to worry about issues of trust after the party. So I think we should consummate our relationship. I want you to fuck my ass. No one has ever done that, and likely no one ever will again. But I want to feel your cock inside me and see if we can shoot our loads together.”
Matt’s emotions were a combination of shock, joy, gratitude, and, most of all, love. He never expected such a reaction from Jim even when they were high school lovers. This was beyond his wildest dreams.
Under Jim’s direction Matt carefully positioned himself over Jim, who lay on his back with his legs wrapped around Matt’s torso. Jim wanted them to have the ability to see each other’s faces while they made love, and once positioned he had Matt insert his penis slowly into Jim’s virgin man-hole. Matt was careful to hold himself in check as he began to thrust in and out, concerned that he was inflicting some pain on his lover and master, but comforted by Jim’s assurances and the obvious pleasure Jim was feeling. As the thrusts increased in intensity and speed Jim’s cock also began to throb, but it was quite some time before the two young males allowed themselves to reach orgasm – which they did simultaneously. Both were sexually overwhelmed by the intensity, and they lay side by side still enjoying each other’s’ bodies. Matt licked Jim’s cum from his chest, and that was followed by more long, deep kisses and caressing. They went for a swim to clean off and enjoy the memory of so many swims in high school, and when they returned to the beach Jim pulled two beers and some chips from the picnic basket. This was the first “fresh” beer Matt had since becoming a slave, and it tasted great. By the end of the second beers their cocks returned to full erections, and they concluded their session with a second set of orgasms following a long 69 session of sucking each other’s cocks and swallowing each other’s cum. It was glorious. For the only time in his life, Matt was treated to truly mutual sex. It was a deep, satisfying session of love-making. Matt felt sexually satiated in a different and more fulfilling way than any time in his life.
“That was very nice,” Jim said after a while. “thank you.” Matt was simply too overwhelmed to speak and just kissed and hugged Jim with all his being.
As Jim and Matt finished their lovemaking, a separate scene was underway in Mr. Fletcher’s office. One of his security guards had entered and asked to make a report.
“I just witnessed something I believe you would want to know bout, sir,” he began. “It was from the secure satellite camera that tracks Master Jim’s car. May I play it for you?”
“Of course,” said Jim’s dad. “Use this screen on the desk next to mine.” The guard called up a video, and he and Mr. Fletcher watched a recording of Jim’s and Matt’s beach sex, listening to Jim’s explanations to Matt. “I felt this might be damaging if it got in the wrong hands,” the guard continued. I don’t think making actual love to a slave is good for Master James’s image.”
“Indeed not,” agreed Mr. Fletcher. “You have done well to alert me. Has anyone else seen this, and are there any copies?”
“No, sir. I immediately placed it into a secure file and destroyed the automatic backup. I’m the only one who’s seen it besides yourself. If you’d like, I can destroy this copy form here and there will be no record at all.”
“I’m afraid Jim has been careless. The slave is going to be destroyed later today. What if he blurts something out? I know he’s amazingly loyal to Jim, but as animals begin to endure the level of pain he’s going to receive strange things can happen.”
“Well, sir,” said the guard, smiling. “Master James is pretty clever, as you know, and you don’t need to worry about that. As they reached his car he ordered the slave to stick out his tongue. Once he did, Master James cut it off. The animal will only be able to make noises, not form words.”
“That makes me feel a lot better about this,” said Mr. Fletcher, chuckling at the cute solution Jim had implemented to remove any risk. “I think I can chalk this up to a rite of passage. Jim had a long history with that slave, and he clearly understands this type of relationship can’t happen again. That’s why he decided to just keep body slaves for a year at a time. So please destroy this copy, and I assume you know what else needs to be done?”
“Of course, sir.” The guard quickly deleted the file and stood facing Mr. Fletcher. “And may I say it has been an honor working for you.”
“You have performed well.” Mr. Fletcher watched as the young naked guard walked over to a sort of shower area in one corner of the huge office and surveyed a set of tools on a metal table. As he started to pick one up Mr. Fletcher interjected. “The one on the far right has been dipped in some fairly fast-acting poison. Feel free to use that one.”
“Thank you, sir. It has always inspired me how thoughtful you are of your staff. But will this give you enough time to enjoy my body as I die? No point short-circuiting a good fuck by having the “fuckee” die too quickly. I’m hoping I can provide you one final service besides my meat.” When Mr. Fletcher assured him it would be fine, since he was planning to achieve orgasm as the body finished its death throws and the poison tended to enhance those, the young man picked up the indicated knife. He began to masturbate for Mr. Fletcher’s entertainment, while his benevolent employer inserted his cock up the smooth, willing ass. As the youth started to cum, he slowly cut off his cock, and then his balls. The poison kicked in, and Mr. Fletcher guided the dying body over a nearby fuck stand as he intensified his fucking. He reached orgasm just as the body stopped convulsing. Ironically, he was particularly satisfied since he had lusted after this young man for some time as a snuff target, but he didn’t snuff staff unless they requested it or broke the rules. This young man had done the right thing given the situation, and that meant Mr. Fletcher was not violating his own rules by snuffing an obedient staff employee. So he got a great orgasm, there would be no witnesses of Jim’s little indiscretion and therefore no risk, and no harm was done. The shower area in his office was designed to make it easy for house staff to clean up the mess. Nr, Fletcher was always considerate of his employees.
Once the two former schoolmates had rested, and then cleaned themselves off again with a relaxing swim in the ocean followed by a third set of beers, they returned to the car. Their bodies dried quickly in the sun, and Jim explained to Matt the need to remove his tongue. Matt’s only concern was that this would mean he wouldn’t be very good at giving blow jobs, which he assumed a lot of the guests would want. But Jim had thought of that too and explained that he was also going to use a pliers to remove Matt’s teeth so he could “gum” the cocks to orgasm. It wasn’t quite as precise as using his tongue, but Jim had experimented with it on several slaves and it was quite satisfying. So Jim removed Matt’s tongue as a precaution (one Matt fully understood, appreciating the fact there was no longer any risk of him saying something that would embarrass Jim), and he then removed the teeth that would get in the way of blow jobs otherwise. Of course there was no anesthetic for either process, and Matt’s pain added a bit more entertainment for Jim, who had resumed fully the role of owner and master. Jim then resumed the drive to his beach party. Both were in a festive mood., and in due course Jim spotted the turn-off to the party. It was easy to spot since it had signage consisting of two crosses that each had a young male nailed to it in the late stages of crucifixion. Each had one arm cut off, creating the effect of the remaining arm pointing the way. All but the index finger on the remaining hand were also gone, and the index finger was extended, literally pointing the way. The artistic display was Jim’s idea, and he told Matt how cooperative the two slaves had been when he explained the joke and then slowly sawed off an arm. “I also cut off their fingers and was tempted to leave the middle finger for pointing. But I thought that would be rude to my guests. I had them nailed up yesterday morning so the hot sun would burn their skin, helping make sure they’d be dead by the time the party gets into full swing this afternoon. I figure guests will enjoy the humor, and we can add their bodies to the meat supply. You’ll also notice they’re identical twins, which I think is a nice touch. It’s way better than tying some balloons to a post.” The path to the beach was between the two crosses.
“We need to resume our proper roles here,” instructed Jim, who nonetheless still had a little more softness in his voice than usual. “But I hope you enjoyed your respite.”
Matt couldn’t talk any more but gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. He knew that the informality was over, and that he was once again just Jim’s property. But the brief moments of affection were all he had ever dreamed of, and he was completely content and grateful.
The beach party itself was well attended and carefully orchestrated. Bar-be-cue pits were set up all around the area, each with a freshly impaled, spitted slave roasting over it, providing a wonderful aroma of cooking slavemeat throughout. Their innards had been removed and replaced with stuffing, ranging from traditional croutons-and-sage-based to slavemeat sausage to combos of fruits and vegetables. There were also plenty of fuck-stations with young males tied up for easy access and use. Jim let everyone know there were plenty more slaves in the holding cages, so no need to worry if a guest wanted to snuff the one he was fucking. But when that happened the bodies were left for a while on the fuck stands so guests could also enjoy fucking the carcass before it cooled. Whipping posts, racks, and various other torture stations and tools were plentiful, with an unlimited supply of slaves to fill them and to act as grateful human urinals when the need to piss arose. Jim removed the dildo he’d inserted into Matt so his guests could enjoy fucking him, and Matt received a lot of painful attention from guests who wanted one last chance to fuck Jim’s favorite human toy. Matt was by no means the only slave who was going to be snuffed that day – the plan was to kill several hundred of them given the importance of the occasion, but he was Jim’s toy and that made him a special target. This included blow jobs, and Matt did a reasonable job satisfying guests with his gums replacing his tongue in massaging the cocks rammed into his mouth. Of course, there was also lots of used beer for him to enjoy. What was different was that guests were invited to use metal-tipped whips on his back, as Jim had joked that Matt wanted to be skinned alive, and this would be a good start. Matt, of course, cooperated fully, pleased at how happy Jim sounded, perhaps aided a bit by a plentiful supply of beer.
Once Matt was positioned, Jim’s dad pulled Jim aside for a quick chat.
“I saw a video of your interlude with Matt on the beach. Don’t you think that was a little dangerous? What if that video had gotten out?”
Jim laughed. “No risk. I made sure Jordon was doing camera duty today, and I asked him to do me a little favor. He was one of the ones who applied to replace Matt, but he didn’t make the finalists, partly because I knew how much you lusted after his ass as a snuff target. But he was especially eager to serve me. So he agreed to be sure no one else saw the video and to give you an alert. We both knew you’d use that as an excuse to have him kill himself, which removes any problem with us taking advantage of our servants, and you’d get to fuck his ass as he died. So no harm, no foul. I assume it played out as planned?”
Now it was Mr. Fletcher’s turn to laugh. “Perfectly. He was a great fuck, and you were right about my desire to snuff him and fuck his ass while he was dying and again while his body was still convulsing. I guess you gave me a present on your birthday. I’m impressed. You’re turning into a great Alpha leader.”
Jim deeply appreciated the complement. He and his dad had never been closer.
By the time Jim decided to make a little presentation, Matt had been gang-raped by most everyone. His back was badly lacerated with welts and cuts from being whipped as he lay over the fuck-bench, most of the skin gone form the effect of the metal-edged whips, and his belly and ass full of piss and cum.
“Thank you all for coming to my party,” Jim began. “And I think cum-in is the right term.” Everyone laughed.
“As you know, I’ve decided to dispose of one of my high school sex toys. I could say I knew Matt so long I even knew him when he was a person. Yet even then he was always my property, since he was my high school project to get a natural slave to realize his true nature and willingly accept it. I think I got an ‘A.’” The crowd cheered loudly, pleasing both Jim and Matt.
“I did have some help, of course. His foster parent made sure his self-esteem never developed, and that his natural masochistic tendencies were maximized. I want to thank him for a job well done and asked if he’d like a memento of his success. It turns out he would, so he’ll get to cut off and keep Matt’s cock.” (Matt was disappointed to hear this, having hoped Jim would be the one cutting it off, but obviously understood his desires were utterly irrelevant.)
“I noticed he’s already fucked Matt’s ass several times this afternoon, making up for the fact we wouldn’t let him do that when he raised Matt. That way I’d have the fun of being the first fuck, which I enjoyed a lot.” The crowd cheered again, and Matt’s foster dad took a well-deserved bow, followed by administering a well-placed blow to Matt’s cock and balls.
Besides disposing of Matt, one of our events today is the selection of a replacement body slave. I liked the idea of having someone willingly choose to abandon their status as a person and choose to be a piece-of-shit sex slave dedicated to suffering pain and humiliation for my amusement and pleasure. So I inquired if anyone would be interested in that and was amazed at the overwhelming response. It was touching and heart-warming. It’s a great testament to how much everyone loves the Alpha males like dad and me, and it shows how well things are going in our new social order.
“We reviewed all the applications and got it down to four finalists, who are here now.” Jim pointed to four amazingly good-looking young studs standing together nearby. Each had an astonishingly gorgeous body and a giant cock protruding in front of him.
“I’ve interviewed the finalists and had fun fucking and torturing each of them. They are each 17, my favorite age to acquire a slave. Frankly, they are all great and I have had trouble deciding. When I poised the dilemma to them they all came up with the same idea: Why not have them compete for the honor at today’s party? And of course the competition would be to the death, so there would only be one survivor. That was such a great idea it’s what we’re going to do now. There will be two contests, each with tow contestants. And the contests will simply be a fight, with the only rule being that the fight goes on until at least one contestant is dead. Once the first round of fights is done, there will be only two finalists, and then those two will fight to determine who gets to serve me, with the same simple rule. They drew lots to see which sets of two would pair off against each other in round one. I think everyone has placed their bets, so, gentlemen, have at it.”
The first pair entered a wrestling ring next to where Jim was speaking and the fight began immediately. They were evenly matched, and it was great entertainment to watch s they applied expert wrestling techniques in their combat, slamming each other to the ground and maneuvering to get a sustainable hold. But as one teen began to stand in order to get a better position, he tripped slightly and was kicked in the nuts by his opponent. The very brief moment required for recovery form the kick was fatal, as the opponent seized on this advantage and managed to wrap his arm around the gasping boy’s neck. The neck was quickly broken and that round was over. As the guests who’d bet on the winner cheered, he looked over at Jim, who nodded, and then proceeded to fuck the dead body, followed by biting off its cock and balls. The winner ate the cock but kept the balls in his mouth as he crawled on hands and knees over to Jim, drooping the two morsels at his feet like a cat delivering a dead mouse to its owner. The crowd cheered even louder.
The second match in round one took much longer. There were no mistakes by either fighter, and they wrestled, punched, and kicked each other mercilessly for nearly an hour. It finally became apparent one had slightly less stamina, and gradually the other fighter was able to take advantage of his greater stamina and gain an advantage. It was only slight, but over the course of the hour it became enough. After an amazingly intense and thrilling fight there was finally one less live animal in the ring. The winner was so beat up and exhausted from the contest that he was barely able to fuck the body of his vanquished opponent, but he was also so horny form the endeavor he was able to do so, and then also followed the example of his future adversary and delivered the testicles to Jim for Jim’s enjoyment. There was more cheering, more collecting of bets, and lots more slaves being fucked as the guests were sexually excited by the awesome battles they were watching.
Round two began immediately and was not nearly so much a fight as a slaughter. The winner of the first contest, whose name was Peter, had hardly been winded from the effort and had plenty of time to rest and recover. But since there was no break between the rounds the winner of the second fight was physically spent, wounded from numerous kicks and punches to his body, and barely able to defend himself. So Peter took his time and methodically beat his opponent to death, using his advantage to break bones and kick vulnerable areas like the gut and genitals. He didn’t bother to break the neck, but just watched as the other broken bones and the massive internal bleeding caused his victim to fall to the mat and writhe in terminal pain while Peter pissed all over him. This was a great crowd pleaser, and the cheering was intense as Peter first bit off the dead guy’s nipples before once again enjoying a snack of fresh cock followed by delivering the genitals to his new master. He remained kneeling in front of Jim, his head bowed, and then prostrated himself, kowtow style. “If you will accept me, I am honored to be your property, master. I relinquish my citizenship and welcome you to do with me as you wish, only hoping it will be as painful for me as it will be entertaining, sexually stimulating, and, whenever you wish, nourishing for you.” The appropriateness of the speech caused the crowd to go wild, and Jim was extremely pleased. He reached down and raised Peter’s head from the ground, proceeding to piss down his throat as he announced that he accepted the live meat as part of his birthday presents. He then kicked Peter in the balls, hard, sending him sprawling back toward the ring. Peter thanked Jim, crawled back, and knelt beside him as befit his new role.
“Wow. That was quite a show and I hope you all enjoyed it. I sure did, and I look forward to torturing Peter and fucking his ass during the next year. And no one need worry about the aggression Peter showed. Like the other contestants he is an extreme masochist, but his desire to serve drove him to fight. But just to be sure we will administer the drugs needed to turn any aggressive nature into a completely obedient animal, seeking pain and being utterly turned on at the prospect of being tortured and snuffed at next year’s party if he lasts that long.”
Jim’s attention turned back to Matt. “Now, it wouldn’t be a birthday party without a party game to follow the entertainment, would it? One of my favorite short stories is “Andy Boy’s Birthday Party,” which has lots of good ideas. And it’s appropriate for this occasion, since it’s about a fun snuff party for a sex slave on his ‘birthday.’ The cute part is that the birthday status is based on the anniversary of when the kid was snatched and turned into a slave, which was his REAL birthday in his new status. That works great today since under that definition this is also Matt’s birthday, since he gave himself to me as property on my birthday five years back. So it’s appropriate to let him be part of the games, like in the story, even getting a featured role. Right?” Everyone agreed.
“The early games in the story involved whipping the slave, and you folks have already done a great job of that.” Jim turned Matt around so everyone could see his back. “As you can see, you’ve managed to flog his back to the point there is no skin left. It was thoughtful of you all to help him get his wish to be skinned alive, even if it’s just his back.” Then Jim faked a look of surprise. “Oh, wait, folks. You missed a spot.” With that Jim picked up a nearby whip, complete with the metal tips, and vigorously laid into Matt’s back. There hadn’t actually been any skin left, but it was fun for Jim and got a lot of laughs. Matt was pleased Jim was having so much fun and would have thanked him if he could still talk.
“Well, that takes care of that task. Our next fun game is ‘Pin the tail on the donkey.’ We don’t have a donkey here, of course, but we do have a jackass. So, jackass, how about if you make some donkey noises to set the mood?”
Jim pushed Matt into position next to him, and Matt did indeed make donkey noises – which was about all he could do since his tongue was removed. Jim had earlier instructed him to practice prior to the party, and he was not bad at the imitation. Again, there was lots of laughter at his expense, as was appropriate.
“Of course, we’ll have to make some adjustments. Instead of blindfolding the players, we’re going to blindfold the donkey. We have is a party kit from our friends at SnuffStuff, one of the island’s most successful companies. This is a new set of products that are becoming popular world-wide as we spread our influence, which include everything you need for a fun snuff. They were the ones who supplied those great whips that we all used to skin the donkey’s back. This set is for our donkey game. Let’s start by blindfolding him, while those of you nearby start to choose toys to pin him.” Jim rummaged in a large bag and had the rest of the content distributed among the nearby guests. He then blindfolded Matt.
The game was great fun. Guests selected skewer-style needles and inserted them all over Matt’s body. The cock and balls were the first target, with Jim starting the fun by inserting a large needle into Matt’s piss-slit. The clever part of that needle was the fact it could be easily heated to burn the inside of the cock, which Jim did accompanied by Matt’s intense screams of pain. Others were inserted cross-ways into the cock, with about a dozen penetrating the balls. His nipples were effectively removed with two biting clamps, to which weights were added until the flesh was ripped off. His butt became a pin-cushion, and more needles and weights assured his pecs were also pretty much ripped off. His elbows were bent back and broken, and other guests cut off fingers to keep as souvenirs. The best part was that the drugs with which Matt had been injected in prep for the party kept him awake and prevented the effects of system shock as his body was being destroyed.
When Matt finally began to show the serious effects of the multiple wounds that would cumulatively be fatal, Jim interrupted the fun.
“Well, you’ve all certainly pinned the donkey. But you haven’t pinned a TAIL on it. Don’t worry. I have just the solution, again form our friends at SnuffStuff.” Jim held up a very large dildo, which had a handle at the bottom. “This is their Gut-Cleaner, part of the Deadly Dildo line of products. It’s also brand new, based on the story I mentioned, and I think you’ll be impressed. I’ll take the blindfold off so our donkey can see it and get an idea what a wonderful tail this will make for him. And I’ll tie the scarf to the handle so it’s an official tail.” The dildo looked a lot like a giant pinecone. As Jim held it up he pressed a button on the handle and the dildo expanded as a series of sharp claws emerged from the sides. Jim pushed the button again, and they retracted so that the dildo was again pinecone shaped. “Once I insert this where it belongs, I’ll push the button again. Then I’ll pull it out. The coolest part is that there is an internal infrared camera that will project what’s happening inside our donkey onto the screen behind me. I think everyone will enjoy the effect.”
Matt had had hundreds of dildos rammed up his ass over the years, but this one was the largest ever. Jim didn’t even try to ease it in. He wanted the maximum pain, so he shoved it as rapidly as it would go, ripping Matt’s ass big time, as evidenced by the flow of blood leaking from it. Matt was past the point of being able to scream, but his whole demeanor left no doubt about the intensity of his agony.
As the dildo moved further inside Matt, the infrared camera showed a remarkably good image of what was going on. Guests could see it move further into the intestines, and then cut its way into the lower stomach cavity. At that point Jim pushed the button and the claws extended, cutting into the vulnerable internal flesh.
Then the real fun began. Jim started to pull out the dildo, extremely slowly. The claws had lodged themselves into the flesh, and at first simply extended further as he pulled. The result was the claws pulling down the internal meat that it had cut into. Matt was being gutted from within, and his innards started to make a slow journey down to his asshole. Jim pointed out what was happening as the camera showed the intestines being ripped to shreds, and there was a general cheer when it finally reached the prostrate, which was surprisingly whole when it exited the asshole. One of the guests picked it up and held it for everyone to see, taking a bite of it out of curiosity to see what this essential male organ tasted like. “Yuck. Clearly not as tasty as the balls,” he announced, spitting out the bite and tossing the rest back onto the now-bloody sand. Jim, ever the gracious host, cut off what was left of Matt’s balls, handing one to his guest as a “chaser” to the bite of prostate, and eating the other himself.
The dildo itself finally came out coated in meat and gore. Sadly, Matt was so far gone there was no real fun torturing him further. So Jim had the various needles quickly removed, and Matt was placed on a serving table alongside a set of carving knives. Jim thanked his guests for such a great party game, and, pointing out that Matt was, amazingly, still alive, invited them to enjoy some fresh live meat. “Matt said he wanted to join us for dinner, back when he could talk, and it turns out he’ll be able to – at least for a little while. I’m sure he’ll want to see people enjoy the meat they choose, so be sure to position it so he can watch. I’ll demonstrate for you.” Jim started by carving a generous slice of breast meat, holding it in front of Matt’s face as he ate it raw. It was as good as Jim had anticipated it would be, and Matt was still conscious enough to realize his master was indeed enjoying dining on his flesh, as Matt had always hoped. But Matt didn’t last long as the other guests aggressively cut off favorite parts. Everyone did agree the meat was very tasty, complementing Jim on how he’d adjusted Matt’s bodyfat level and added fruit juices to make it more flavorful.
The party went on for many hours, and Matt was quickly forgotten. Jim’s attention turned to Peter, whom he fucked and tortured for the amusement of the guests. It was great fun, and while Jim did briefly think of Matt when he took his morning dump the next day, that was the last time he did. Matt had served his purpose well, and Jim had grown into the awesome Alpha Male he was meant to be.
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