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A SLAVE'S LIFE

Date: 3/6/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

already, and I'd have wanked you, or got you to suck my cock, or something - the more men that use a sex toy early on in his training, the sooner he loses all his inhibitions, you know.... So I don't think that's what's in store for you - pity, really, as I'm not intimidated by the thought of fucking a really big guy, and I could have you the next time I'm at the estate." "Look, can I ask you if there' anything to eat? I haven't had anything for a day at least, and I'm famished..." "Well, they didn't give any instructions about feeding you. And I'm not a fucking servant, you know. I wait on passengers, and I'm not here to feed the stock!" "Please..." He gave a shrug, opened a cupboard and took out a small package. He open the plastic covering, and gave me two biscuits, each about the size of my hand and pale brown in colour. I took them off him, and stood there, looking at them. "That's standard slave chow - better get used to it. That's what all the slaves on the estate are fed, and we keep some on board in case the plane's delayed and the stock needs feeding. They tell me it's perfectly balanced, all the vitamins and minerals, all that crap! I've tried it, and it does give you the energy to work, but it's fucking boring. Still, that's all you'll be getting from now on, so now's a good time to start." I went to nibble at the biscuit, but it was surprisingly hard - I had to almost gnaw at it to be able to break bits off and chew them. "See", he said, "Just like dog ... biscuits! Very hard, so you have to really chew at them - keeps your teeth in good shape, and exercises your jaws properly. I told you your new owner was humane - some owners feed their slaves on swill - boiled up waste from the owner's table - as they think it's more humiliating. But your owner buys the proper food, well balanced, healthy: he wants you to be fit and active, and this is a lot better for you than the stuff the crew and I have been eating. Steak and chocolate mousse tastes a lot better, but yours will do you more good." I carried on chewing away at it, swallowing the bland stuff. "Well, it may be doing me more good, but it doesn't taste of anything!" "Well of course not. They could add artificial flavours, but they're no good for you. But the real reason is to focus your mind - I was talking to one of the trainers the last time I was at the estate and he told me that the food is deliberately bland - they want your mind to concentrate on serving your owner. That's why you don't get any music to listen to, any books or videos, any of that stuff - they say it's just distracting. When there's just you, your body, and your work, you really focus on it. And that's what a slave should do - concentrate on delivering the ultimate in perfect work for his owner." As he was speaking, I was conscious that after all the water I'd d***k the inevitable was happening - I needed to piss. "Please.... Look, you've got to let me out of here, just for a bit.... I need to go to the gents." ...