usemeinva: How I Became a Fag Slave…… and Learned to Love It.by usemeinvaChapter 49 In the morning i
usemeinva: How I Became a Fag Slave…… and Learned to Love It.by usemeinvaChapter 49 In the morning it felt strange to be so alone in the classroom but I knew I was there for the last time. I didn’t have any possessions of my own to take with me so after my cleaning session with 7 we went to the dining hall. When I arrived I was told that each of the six slaves had been instructed to not talk about their time with their Masters. The arrived one by one and knelt on the floor next to me. I was told that they all had received plenty of protein to keep them fed for the day. I ate a quick breakfast. 7 didn’t eat he was too nervous about going to his Master. Once everyone was ready the seven slaves, our driver/guard and I headed to the truck that would transport us to 7’s ceremony and then to the Slave Center for their Master’s requested modifications. Just before we left I was given 7 sealed envelopes. One with each of the slave’s numbers on it and one for my Master. I was told that the slave’s envelopes were to be given to the representative at the Slave Center and contained whatever modifications the individual Master was requesting and the one for my Master contained his copy of some documentation he requested. When we got to the truck each of the six slave were placed in open cages and their wrists, ankles, waists and necks were shackled with chains attached to the cage. Each slave would be fully on display while on the road. Once they were all in place and shackled in. The driver produced six 4 inch long dowels each of them had short nails spaced with sharp points poking out of them. He went to each slave and demanded that they lift their left foot and the dowel was strapped to the bottom of their feet. It was actually an ingenious device it hid little of the slave from public view and would make it impossible for them to make a run for it. Once we were all securely inside the truck took off. I felt sorry for the slaves on the back of the truck while the January thaw was underway and it was a nice day I was sure that they were going to freeze with the air blowing through the open cages. Fortunately our trip wasn’t far and we soon arrived at 7s new home. 7s new Master and his other slaves welcomed us all warmly once everyone was removed from their bondage on the truck. There was a warm fire in the fireplace and he encouraged the slaves to stand nearby and warm up. Once they were warm we were all invited into a nearby large space. This room was bare of furnishings except for a fuck bench and a wooden cross lying on the floor. The floor was even just simple concrete with a drain in the center of the room. The Master explained that this would not only be the welcoming ceremony for his new slave indicating 7 but the end of service ceremony for his oldest slave indicating an elderly slave to his left. First the Master would fuck 7 then the elderly slave to have his cock sucked by him. This was to symbolize the continuity of service to him by always carrying a bit of the old slave in him. At that point we would begin the End of Service Ceremony. 7 was positioned on a fuck bench and his Master quickly started fucking him. I could quite see 7s face but he seemed to be enjoying it. I hoped he would be as happy with his Master as I was with mine. When his Master shot his load deep inside of 7, the Master indicated for the slave to step forward to have his cock sucked. Because of the age of the slave this took some time and skill for 7 to receive his load but eventually he did. With that, he was escorted from the room. I figured this would be the last time I would see him I silently wished him well. The Master then presented the old slave who recited a statement he had prepared for this moment. “It has had the honor of being a slave to Master for almost 50 years. Now, it has reached the end of its journey, as a new, younger slave takes its place. Master has always treated it fairly, even allowing it to help plan its end of service ceremony. It was offered three choices, sold to the mines, an easy death due to its age, or the one it chose, death by torture. It can’t imagine living under another master, and it knows how much pleasure it gave its master with its pain, so it chose that. As a final word, it encourages all of Master’s slaves to always obey Master and remember that His pleasure is most important.” At that point, the slave turned around and mounted the fucking bench. The Master then said the ceremony would begin with each of the six new slave fucking the old slave. There was a catch however the lube that would be used would be the same heat ointment that had been used on them as punishment as part of their training. It would be painful for their cocks but much more painful for the older slave who would have that ointment rubbed deep in his hole. 1 was ordered to step forward and one of the Master’s other slaves lubed his cock. He stepped up to the slave and began to fuck him as instructed. When he was done the old slave thanked him for being part of his ceremony. This was repeated with each of the remaining slaves. The Master then stepped behind the slave and another of his slaves fetched an anvil and another a sledgehammer. The Master placed one of the slave’s balls on top of the anvil and motioned for me to step forward. I was presented with the sledgehammer and instructed to destroy the slave’s ball. It was really the last thing I wanted to do but knew I had no choice. I could feel my own balls retracting up inside me out of fear. Reluctantly, I took the sledgehammer and the slave who handed it to me whispered to me to do a good job it would be far less painful for the slave than to have to do it several times to accomplish the goal. I grimaced and lifted the hammer to my shoulder first then above my head and with a single swing completely smashed the slave’s ball. He screamed in pain understandably. His Master put some smelling salts under his nose in case he had passed out from the pain then put the other ball on the anvil and instructed the slave that had handed me the hammer to take care of the second one. With another scream the second ball was gone and this time the slave did pass out and was reawakened again with smelling salts. The slave was ordered to stand and turn around and his cock was placed on the anvil. The Master removed his shirt and man he was built. I was glad I was going to get to see my equally well built Master before long. It took the Master three hits with the sledgehammer but soon the slave’s cock was nothing but mush. He was pleading from the remaining stump. The Master instructed one of his slaves to hand him a red hot what looked like a branding iron with no design. He used it cauterize the stump to stop the bleeding. Then the slave was ordered to stand and lay face-down flat on a large wooden cross. Large spikes were produced and driven through the slaves wrists and between his ankle and Achilles tendons. A chain raised the cross until it was upright. Once it was upright the bottom was fixed to brackets in the floor that I had not seen before. Once it was secure the Master walked over and picked up one of three floggers, once it got closer to me I noticed that the flogger was actually barbed wire like used in fencing. Without warning or ceremony he quickly hit the slave with all of his might and then with a flick of his wrist allowed the barbs to tear at the flesh of the slave’s back Almost instantly blood started to run down his back. The next lick was across the slaves ass and again it was left bloody. In quick succession licks were applied to the slaves thighs, calves and arms. Finally another lick to both the back and ass. By this time the back of the slave was covered in blood. At that point a bucket of what we were told was salt water was thrown on the slave’s back If the slave had passed out from the pain the shock of the salt water on his wounds would definitely wake him up to endure even more torture. The second round began with the second flogger. This one was made from razor wire like that coiled at the top of prison walls. The slave actually screamed with each blow from the razor wire no doubt it was cutting deeper into his flesh. I didn’t know how he could take it. Once the ten blows were delivered in the same pattern this time he was washed down with vinegar. The slave screamed then passed out. The Master awakened him again by using a cattle prod on his ass. The force of the jolt caused the slave’s legs to jerk up completely tearing his Achilles tendons. Now he was just hanging from the spikes in his wrists. I could hear him whimper. In the third and what turned out to be the final round, the Master had a flogger that was basically the first two combined into one. This time not ten but fifty lashes where given. With each lash came a scream of agony. It got to the point I couldn’t watch but I was ordered to do so, so I did. Once the fifty lashes were administered Kosher salt was thrown into the wounds. While that was done, one of the slaves present his Master with an ax and the slave’s hands were hacked off below the spikes and his body fell hard to the floor, his head literally bouncing on the concrete when it hit. Then to finish things off the slave was whipped repeatedly all over the front of his body including his face. When the Master was done I could see the slave take a breath maybe once a minute. Salt was applied to the wounds but quickly the slave bled out from his removed hands. Two slaves picked up the body while another removed the hands from the cross and the six slaves and the Masters slaves formed two lines on either side of a path to the door and the slave’s body was taken outside to be fed to the wild animals of the area. With that the slave’s limped back to the truck where they were once again secured in place for the short trip to the Slave Center. The most interesting part of that part of the trip was when we had to slowly pass through a small city where there was much traffic. The slaves were definitely noticed with many of the boys along the way pointing at them and laugh or calling out insults. Some even threw things towards them but the cages prevented any actual damage. When we arrived at the Slave Center it was a weird feeling. I had spent much time here not long ago but it seems like forever. I walked the slaves to the part of the Center where slave modifications were done. Once there I opened 1s envelope. His instructions were for his Master’s initials to be branded on his right buttock and a stainless steel collar be permanently placed around his neck. 2s Master requested pierced nipples, a chastity cage and his initials branded in the center of the slave’s chest. 3s Master only asked that the slave be made permanently completely hairless from the ears down and a butterfly tattoo on his right but cheek. 4s Master requested that the slave receive a 6 gauge Prince Albert piercing and to be made completely hairless from the ears down and finally the word, “Bitch” tattooed on his ass just about his ass crack. 5 was to receive a tight thin gold collar with a small loops to make it easier to tie it up. The same was to also be done to his wrist. He also requested that his initials be branded on his left buttock and “Property of Benjamin Pellew” branded on his left foot. This required the removal of the spiked dowel but with a freshly branded foot he was seen as little flight risk. Finally 6 was to receive injections into his penis that would not only no longer allow him to receive any pleasure from topping anyone but would also permanently have an erection. However before this was done he was to have “faggot” branded on the bottom of his penis and “slave” on the top. He would receive a permanent steel collar and his Master’s initials branded on his right buttock. The representative told that it would take about two hours to complete all of that. The slaves were taken back to begin the work. While I waited I wandered over to the punishment center and watched as some trainee slaves were punished solely for the amusement of the potential buyers. Somehow it all seemed tame after what I had witnessed earlier in the day. One of the trainers recognized me and asked if I would like to provide a demonstration for the student slaves. I politely begged off not wanting to return to Master damaged in any way. I would tell Master about this maybe he would make up for it soon. I walked further down the hall to the hallway where I had received my own brands and collar. Soon it was time to walk back and meet the “modified” slaves. When I returned they slaves were just starting to return to the lobby of the modification center. As each one entered I looked them right in the eye all but nose to nose and asked them if they were OK. Each one somewhat reluctantly nodded. When they were all done I lined up my charges with 6 in the front to allow his now permanently erect cock to point the way out to the truck. They were all relieved when we arrived at the truck to see that sides had been added. They would ride in darkness but at least it would be out of the wind. The trip to Master’s University was somewhat lengthy but that may be amplified by my urgent desire to see my Master. Soon I began to recognize landmarks and before I knew it we pulled into the parking lot where Master was awaiting my arrival. I eagerly jumped out of the truck before it even came to a stop and jumped in my Master’s arms. He gave me a big hug and showered my face with kisses. I presented him with the envelope that the Headmaster had given me to give him. He nodded and stuck it in his pocket. I hadn’t noticed but while I was with my Master the other slaves had been removed from the truck. When I noticed them I had tears in my eyes. I feared I would never see them again. I stepped up to each of them in turn. Once again I looked them in the eye and kissed their foreheads and wished them well. I was more than pleased at what they had learned and I had no fear that they would serve their Masters well. When I gave the last slave his kiss I had loads of tears flowing down my cheeks. I walked towards Master who took me in his arms and hugged me tightly. At that point I heard shuffling behind me which I thought would be the slaves leaving something that I could not bear to watch. But I heard 6 clear his throat, He spoke to my Master, “Master, we all truly appreciate you letting your slave be part of our training and will always consider him part of our lives in our hearts if nothing else. We as a group discussed this in the back of the truck coming here and wanted to ask that he be allowed to attend our graduation ceremony, all of our Masters insist that we complete our educations as part of our service to them. As slaves our biological families have disowned us so he will be the only family we have to witness this important event in our lives.” At this point I truly had tears running down my face. I turned and looked to Master. He simply nodded in approval. I grabbed him and hugged him as tight as I ever had. Master looked tat the guard and told him to get these slaves back to their Masters and turned me towards his room. Soon I was alone with Master in his room. He knelt in front of me and removed my cage. He then pointed to the bed where I eagerly climbed in and we spent the rest of the night making sweet, sweet love. -- source link