Chapter 3
I think that this phase of my life, with me being Master's
only slave, went on for a year or two, maybe more, maybe less. My sense
of time was effectively gone and sometimes very short intervals seemed
to last weeks and intervals encompassing mountains of my routine seemed
to last only a blink. My focus was now exclusively on pleasing Master,
all other thought had been banished.
Then suddenly things changed when Master brought into the dungeon a
second slave. Master called him Bitch and that's the only name I knew
him by, just as he only knew me as Slut. Bitch was an extremely handsome
man about my height, a nearly perfect body, short, curly black hair and
beautiful skin the color of coffee with plenty of cream in it. Like me
he was armless, his body hairless, his penis chastised in the same way
as mine and his slave outfit was the same as mine: collar and
high-heeled plastic boots. Master must have trained him somewhat in
another room of the dungeon because he knew how to walk in his brutal
footwear and he knew not to talk without permission. This was why, in
spite of the fact that most of the time we were ungagged, we never got
to know each other's names. We knew better that to speak without
permission.
Still, he required a bit of training before falling smoothly into the
routine, but soon both of us had settled into the new version of the
same old routine. We slept on poles facing each other. Both of us prayed
now before eating, me first followed by him. We did our exercises
together; an extra Stairmaster was now installed in the dungeon. The
enemas were done in shifts, one slave impaled and filling up while the
other held the water in until being told to let go. We also cleaned the
dungeon together, our tongues touching the whole of the floor. Two
slaves cleaning the same piece of floor meant that there was time to
spare. This time Master cleverly filled with a new activity: kissing.
When our chores were complete and we were not yet required to kneel
before the door, Master's voice would order us to kiss. So we stood, our
bodies touching, as we kissed. The long months, and for me probably
years, of forced sexual abstinence meant that we were both incredibly
horny and the kissing turned passionate further fuelling our hopeless,
frustrated need.
Bitch was a very handsome and I think he must have been gay like me,
because I could see that he liked what he saw, when he looked at me. And
for the first time I could see why Master had performed the brutal
changes on me. If I looked anything like Bitch, and I am sure that I
did, my body looked attractive and muscular while the lack of arms made
him look sexy and helpless, yet somehow perfect, no arm to ruin the
image of a good looking upper body. The extreme stilettos made his body
posture much more attractive and the feminine walk completed the image
of the perfect, helpless slave boy. My lust for Bitch was second only to
my lust for Master, who still dominated my universe completely.
Master now took us more frequently out of the dungeon and up into his
house. Not that this improved my perception of the outside world. Before
taking us out of the dungeon Master would always plug our ears and
blindfold us. Most of the time he would also gag us. Then he would lead
us up many, many stairs. Even I was surprised at how deep down the
dungeon must have been. Once up he would usually have us suck his cock
gently as he sat down, presumably watching TV or something. The earplugs
were so effective that I never even once knew what was going on around
me. I had hoped for a secretive glimpse of the world, but I never got
one. The blindfold and the earplugs were just too efficient. Instead we
concentrated on providing Master with the perfect two-man blowjob as our
lips met over his perfect cock-head. I had come to enjoy giving blowjobs
immensely and kissing Bitch was also a favorite, so my blowjobs on these
occasions as I sat armless, hairless, smooth-gummed, blind and deaf
sucking Master's beautiful cock were always special occasions for me.
Master had successfully transformed me into his perfectly obedient
little Slut.
Other times we were allowed to please him in his bed, either sucking him
or more often being fucked. Master had also developed a taste for
breathplay. He would choke us during sex, either by using rope around
our throats or by keeping his cock deep in our throats until we choked,
twisting and thrashing as our vision darkened and we were sure that we
were going to die. Oddly I came to enjoy this a lot. Having Master's
perfect cock filling me up while my breath was cut off increased the
sexual pleasure greatly for me, but of course without giving me actual
sexual release.
Master became very intent on these games and Bitch and I soon reached
the point were the mere sight of a rope or the act of providing blowjobs
for Master filled us with a mixture of joy and fear, pushing us closer
to sexually fuelled panic. Since Master demanded perfection in his
slaves, he also demanded perfect obedience. In the context of breathplay
this meant the he demanded that we do it to ourselves. When I was
sucking his perfect cock he would order me to choke myself. Then I would
be required to deep-throat him until my lips touched his abdomen,
cutting off all breath to myself. I would then be required to stay that
way until he either ordered me to pull back, which he almost never did,
or until I passed out, thrashing with panic as I let my bladder and
bowels go. It took many, very painful punishment sessions but finally I
was able to do as he ordered and stay on his cock until I passed out.
Each time I would be convinced that this time he would not pull me off
and that I would die, but having been effectively taught that I was the
lowest creature on the planet I knew that this was his right. My life
meant nothing compared to his pleasure. Waking up after these
asphyxiations I would often be completely hysterical until Master had
punished some sense into me by beating my testicles. I would then have
to thank Master before licking up my own shit and piss from the floor.
Bitch had similar reactions to Master's treatment, but it took him
considerably longer to learn to choke himself
Again I have no clear concept of how long things were like that, but my
guess is that Bitch and I were Master's obedient little slave boys for a
couple of years before Master came up with The Game. The Game was truly
evil and exploited our almost uncontrollable desire. Neither of us had
been allowed to cum while being Master's slaves and all the time Master
did things designed only to increase our lust. It had been years since I
had been allowed to cum and my thighs were now constantly slick with
pre-cum and so were Bitch's. The Game had no winners except Master, who
didn't even participate, only losers. It was very simple. First Master
drew two squares on the floor, separated only by inches. Bitch and I
would be gagged and placed in these squares facing each other at a
distance where our cock-head were just able to touch. Master would
release our needy cocks, making them instantly hard. The squares were so
small that the tiniest step would place our feet outside them. The rules
were now very simple: whoever stepped outside the square had lost.
Whoever came had lost and whoever allowed his cock to go limp had lost.
In other words we had to stand completely still, our cocks, which had
not been allowed to cum for years, just touching and we were neither
allowed to cum of let our cocks go limp. Master made it perfectly clear
that the punishment for loosing would be the worst any of us had ever
experienced, so bad in fact that it was unlikely that the loser would be
able to be even a normal slave, and that the last hope of pleasure would
be taken forever away from that slave. I interpreted this as a
castration and wowed not to loose. I could see that Bitch took it much
the same way.
Then Master placed us facing each other and left us to the cameras.
Standing perfectly still in one place was relatively simple for us,
since this had been more or less part of our daily routine for years.
Not cuming was an entirely different thing. Our cock had been imprisoned
for years and we desperately needed to cum. Our cocks even touched and
the slightest movement sent tremors of pure pleasure running through
both of us. For the first few hours it was not a problem to keep our
cocks stiff, but then the strained position and the constant need to
hold back began to wear us down and so our cock began to loose some of
their stiffness. Letting your cock go limp was against Master's rules so
we had to get them up. The only way to do this was to rub ever so
slightly against the other slaves cock. This was the worst part of the
game: to rub only enough to get stiff and not to cum. The other slave,
who might not be going limp would be pushed closer to the forbidden
orgasm and might try to pull away, which was very hard given that we
could not move our feet. The game lasted for hours and sometimes for
days I think, and when Master finally came to see if anyone had really
lost, both of us would be crying and moaning in defeat, our balls so
sore that even the slightest touch would send us into a hysterical fit
of screaming. This of course only increased Master's liking for the
game. Sometimes he would tie a rope around our necks before setting the
game in motion, choking us to increase the level of difficulty.
We never got used to The Game, never learned how to just coast through
it and predictably one of us lost one day. Bitch and I had been standing
in front of each other for so long that tears were now streaming down
our cheeks as we both emitted panicky little screams behind our gags. My
cock had been going a little soft and so had Bitch's so we were rubbing
against each other very carefully, making sure we wouldn't cum. My cock
had just risen to almost full mast when I heard Bitch breathing getting
harder and saw his eyes getting larger with fear and panic. He couldn't
stop his thrusting and with a pitiful scream he came. His orgasm was
massive. Looking down my body I saw his cock pumping out an unbelievable
amount of semen. It soaked my crotch, shot out over my thighs, covered
my boots and even sprayed my chest. His orgasm seemed to go on for hours
as years of pent up desire came spewing out of his cock. From behind his
gag came strangled noises and his eyes had rolled back in their sockets
as he continued cuming. When it was over he emitted a pitiful scream and
tears began rolling down his cheeks as both of us knew that something
terrible was about to happen to him. Oddly he hadn't moved his feet at
all, staying inside the square drawn by Master. While Bitch had
continued cuming I had struggled to keep from cuming myself. The
situation was not only desperate, but also extremely erotic as my own
very needy cock rubbed against Bitch's, which was just pumping out
massive amounts of cum. When it was over I too was screaming in my
desperate attempts to hold back. In the end I managed to hold back and
now I not only had to wait for Master's return and his inevitable
punishment of Bitch, but also I had to make sure that I was still hard
when he came and that I had not cum either. I don't know for how long we
waited, but it seemed like forever as Bitch stood crying in front of me
as his cock once again rose to full mast and I stood desperately trying
to maintain my erection without cuming.
When Master came I was actually relieved even if I knew that terrible
things were about to happen to Bitch. Coming into the dungeon Master
walked straight over to us and looked at his crying slaves. Just for the
sport of it he reached down and squeezed my extremely tender balls until
I screamed and almost fell. When I was just about to black out he
released them and told me to stay put. Then he grabbed Bitch by his
still erect cock and led him away without a single word. Standing with
my back to them I could hear Bitch try to plead behind his gag without
getting any answer. Then the sound disappeared.
I stood like that for a long time, Bitch's cum having longs since dried
on my skin. My own cock was still erect, but only because I had been
able to fill my head with extremely erotic visions, one of them being
Bitch's cum spraying all over me. I didn't dare allow my cock to go limp
since Master hadn't declared the game over.
Finally Master came back without Bitch. He led me to the shower, washed
my and put my chastity device back on. I have never been so relieved to
be locked up. Then he blindfolded me and plugged my ears before taking
me upstairs. Once in his bed he subjected me to one of longest and most
brutal fucks I have ever experienced. He went on and on until he finally
led me down into the dungeon and allowed me to sleep standing with ass
packed by my sleeping dildo, completely exhausted.
For a long time I saw nothing of Bitch and Master of course told me
nothing and I simply fell back into my old routine. Then one day Master
finally showed me what punishment Bitch had received. I was ungagged and
when I saw him I actually screamed. Master had reduced Bitch to nothing
but an object, a piece of furniture if you will. A very special piece of
furniture. Master had turned Bitch into a human toilet. Bitch's legs had
been removed and he had been placed on a massive dildo, now permanently
lodged in his ass, which took care of his waste. The dildo, and thus
Bitch, was mounted on a metal plate and from this plate four steel rods
rose straight up to the height of Bitch's head. Bitch was mounted
between these rods, held in place by numerous steel bands, squeezing his
body in place and shape. All the hair on his head had been permanently
removed and his head had been bent back as far as it would go and
secured in position by yet more steel bands. His mouth was now held
constantly open by a big funnel leading into his throat. On top of the
funnel a toilet seat had been mounted, secured to the steel rods rising
out of the plate. Bitch was trapped in place, forced to maintain the
same position always and to swallow everything that came down the
funnel. To make sure he didn't choke Master had inserted tubes into his
nostrils and down into his lungs. The ends of the tubes were mounted on
the back of the toilet seat. A very thick catheter had been inserted
into his cock to take care of his urine and his cock had been strapped
to his body. But surprisingly his balls were intact. Seeing this made me
sick with pity and fear, but I sad nothing as tears rolled down my face.
Bitch eyes moved around, desperately beseeching me to do something, but
of course I was powerless.
Master smiled at me and said: "Slut, one thing is missing before Bitch's
punishment is complete. Bitch hasn't castrated yet." Bitch's eyes became
even wider with desperation and I jumped as I emitted a small scream.
Master turned a little, facing me: "And you Slut, are the one who's
going to remove them." I already knew that there would be no way around
this so I asked: "Master, please Master. How am I to do this, Master?"
At this his smile broadened: "With you heels, Slut. Use your stilettos
to penetrate his scrotum until you can remove the testicle with your
heel." Master must have removed Bitch's vocal cords, because no sound
came from him in spite of the fact that I could see his neck muscles
straining to scream. I felt sick to my stomach, but I knew that I had no
choice but to obey and to do so without hesitation. Anything less would
cause me terrible pain. So, tentatively at first, I used my heel on
Bitch's balls, piercing his left testicle first. It was even crueler
than I had imagined, since I was forced to use my sharp heel to rip his
ball sack in order to get the testicle out. For what seemed like forever
I trampled his balls until at last his left testicle was impaled on my
stiletto. At Master's command I held up my foot and he removed it from
my heel and with relish dumped it down through the toilet seat and down
into Bitch's throat. Bitch looked like he would go mad with pain, but he
couldn't pass out as Master worked hard with injections and smelling
salt to prevent this. Master stopped the bleeding and told me to
continue. This I just wanted to get it over with and immediately stepped
down hard on his right testicles, popping it with my heel and proceeded
to tear the sack open. Even if I was much faster this time it still took
some time before his right testicle was speared on my sharp stiletto
heel and Master dumped it down his throat. Again Master moved quickly to
stop the bleeding and clean the wound. When this was done, he sealed
Bitch inside a clear glass tube so that Bitch was now trapped inside
with only his upturned mouth and the tubes in his nostrils in contact
with the outside world. Master then moved the toilet so it stood where I
usually emptied my bladder and bowels and to my horror me said that from
now on I would shit down into Bitch's mouth. This included my enemas.
Sobbing I accepted his command. Bitch, my fellow slave whom I had loved
and whose company I had so cherished, I would now degrade and punish
every day, making his already miserable existence even more intolerable.
Each day I would squat over his upturned mouth and deposit my wasted
into it and each day I could see his mad and desperate eyes staring out
at me. Not for the first time I wondered how I would end up when Master
inevitably tired of me.
