CHAPTER - RAG WEEK MONDAY The three slaves spent the night in Adam's bed, but that was more fun in how it made them squirm rather than in how it appeared on camera. The morning exercises, however, were splendid. We told them that they were to compete in the exercises given. Whoever won would only be fucked by one person, whoever came second would be fucked by two and whoever came last would be fucked four times. All this would be while standing exposed at the window so the camera could record the action in profile and window watchers could see the fuckee face on. Perhaps unsurprisingly the super-fit Adam won. Horse came second and Mackey last. Mackey was tied by the wrists and ankles to the corners of the window niche and then we dropped the next "nasty" on him. Given that there were to be seven fuckings in total we would space them out, to run one per hour. In the meantime Mackey could spend the next sixy minutes tied to the window frame. We wanted to give people plenty of time to get in place to see it. This left us Adam and Horse free to play with. We wanted to raise plenty of money for the Rag charities, so we took the two slaves off to the football ground shed and drilled some holes at waist height on the side away from the road. The side that was visible to passing motorists carried a sign: G. HOLE £10 Soon we were raking it in as the two studs started sucking cock after cock. We also handed out raffle tickets to each person who paid to have their cock sucked. Each hour the person who got to fuck Mackey would be selected from the people who had had their cocks sucked earlier. The fucking gave the two cock suckers a rest each hour as the crowd rushed off to see Mackey getting publically fucked and for one lucky man to do the fucking. Mackey was swapped for Horse at lunch time and the process continued. Mackey had to be carried from the window, not because he was resisting but because he was so overcome by the emotion of his situation that he could barely stand. But he was going to be spending the rest of the day on his knees so we weren't too worried about that. For Horse, I asked the first lucky winner to do a special favour for me. I stood in front of the window and as the winner appeared behind the struggling stud in the window I called out people's attention to his neck. The winner then locked a bright, stainless steel slave collar round it. "You can't see it from here but the word 'SLAVE' is engraved on the front and enamelled in black. I am going to pass round a Rag collecting tin. For every pound we get, he will wear the collar for an hour. Cash only, no cheques or IOUs. There was a cheer, either at this additional humiliation or at the fucking that had just started in the window. Probably both. When his time was one, Horse was dragged through the watching crowd before being moved to the hut. He had been gagged and wore a pair of flip-flops to cross the road, and he was shivering in the cold, but he was fully naked and his collar was completely legible once he was in the crowd. As I expected this triggered a second round of contributions to the "keep Horse collared" fund. We tied his hands behind his back and passed him round for the crowd to grope and tease his massive erection as the purpose of the collecting tin was made clear to him. I waited until Adam had been tied in place for his session before pulling Horse back to the road to take him back to the glory holes. That was where I discovered that, unsupervised, the crowd had taken matters - or rather Mackey - into their own hands. There was no glory hole privacy any more. The Rag money collector had opened the door and pulled Mackey out. He was now on his knees in the cold air, sucking cock while flashes from phones and full cameras recorded his humiliation for posterity. I was pleased to see that people were still contributing money to the pot. I knelt Horse next to Mackey and had him ungagged. Any protest he might have been planning to make was muffled by the cock immediately planted in his mouth. "Only one hour before Adam's grand finale," I reminded them. Mackey and Horse both had their hands tied behind their backs and most of the people having their cocks sucked opted to spray their juices over the slaves' faces and chests rather than into their mouths. By the end of the hour both of them were in a fairly awful state so I finished the show by making them lick up and swallow all the cum from each others' bodies as as cameras flashed one last time. We marched them back to Adam's room and arrived just as the lucky winner was cumming in Adam's hole and pounding his hips forward in one last glorious spasm. The winner was a rather flabby businessman who could barely believe his luck in getting to fuck so hot a stud. To complete his lucky day I had Horse lick his cock clean and Mackey rim him at the same time. I stroked Horse's cock idly as I told him the result of the collar collection: "three hundred and eighty two pounds for charity. That's fifteen days and twenty two hours. Oh, and if at any time you try to hide the collar we reset the clock. In fact, I want you bare-chested for the entire time." It was getting late for dinner so we dressed them quickly before moving to the canteen. Each was dressed in a pair of very baggy shorts with no draw string and left bare chested. Then they were led to eat with their hands tied behind them. On arrival at the canteen they were diverted to a side table with a ring of gym rats shielding it from prying eyes. Under the table were one trough of food and another of water. The "food" was a meat and vegetable stew, they were told, with a "cum garnish". Then they were placed under the table as the gym rats pulled their chairs in close. Their three pairs of shorts were removed with the admonition that they would only be returned after every last drop was eaten. As they ate, my fellow conspirators and I discussed openly what we might do to raise more money for Rag from the three slaves at our feet, or just to humiliate them more. We were quite open, and quite fanciful knowing full well the discomfort it must be causing the targets of our imagination. * "How about a 'body wash'? You could enter a warm room with a naked slave waiting for you. The slave would undress you, and then give you a tongue bath, starting at the feet and working up. This would be followed by rimming and a blow-job with your choice of spit or swallow. Then the slave would take a sponge and a bowl of warm water and wash you down again. The slave would then dry you off with a soft towel and help you dress. Each session would last an hour. We'd need to charge a reasonable amount for each session and we could make a killing running three rooms for a day." * "How about a fancy dress footie match with Mackey as a naked ref wearing only white paint stripes?" * "If we're getting sponsorship for Horse in a slave collar, how about for a chastity lock as well?" * "There's a 3D scanner in the engineering labs. How about we make up some moulds and sell personalized dildos?" "Hey, they could literally 'go fuck themselves!'" And these were just a few of the ones we discussed before running off and taking their shorts with them. The three studs had to streak to the gym for the evening session. MONDAY EVENING IN THE GYM The gym rules were still in place. I would nominate a competition. Anyone who beat any of the slaves got to fuck that slave, though the amount of "free fucking" was so large that the competition was starting to get meaningless. In an attempt to return to the original incentives I told the gym rats that *all* fucking of any of the slaves was either to be for Rag money or by way of the competition. Tonight's competition, given how late we were starting, was simply step ups. Of course, having their impressive cocks flapping wildly in front of them interfered with their style, so the three slaves didn't do as well as they might have wanted. There were plenty of winners. Given the numbers of people who now had fucking rights we thought a factory-line might be the right approach. We pulled out three vaulting horses and tied the slaves bent over the horses' leather tops. Then we formed two queues. People who had beaten them at step-ups on the "arse side" and people who had not on the "mouth side". Each took the first free orifice that came available that they were entitled too. If they were entitled to more than one then they went to the back of the queue for their next turn. With all of us being serviced, albeit by three holes, it was early morning before we were finished. I finished by gagging and blindfolding the three of them and leaving them in place. I placed a call to Security on the way out, alerting them to more student high jinks getting out of hand. TUESDAY Tuesday morning started with the three slaves almost falling over with exhaustion. Whatver Security had done with them had finished barely three hours before they were roused again for their duties. Horse came last which was just what we wanted. His enormous cock was perfect for what the Rag committee had planned for the day. Horse was marched into a room set aside for Rag events and tied to the wall, not just by his wrists and ankles as usual, but roung his waist, shoulders and thighs. He wasn't moving an inch. A cock ring was slipped over him. This didn't squeeze but was a pair of chrome rings welded together at an angle. His balls were fed through one ring and his cock through the other. This lifted his cock clear of his balls so that they were exposed and not hidden behind his meaty shaft. He was puzzled by this, but got the hint when concentric circles were drawn on his body, centred around his groin, and started to struggle in his ropes. Finally, a clown mask with the eye holes covered up was slipped over his face. For five pounds a punter was given a wooden elastic band gun and ten elastic bands. He would load the gun, pull back and latch the band, take aim, and release the band to shoot across the five yards to hit Horse. Horse's cock was huge. His balls were huge and hung low. His self-identity was centred on his mighty cock. And it was with him in mind that I had proposed this particular torture. As the first man took up the wooden toy gun Horse started shaking his head frantically. We had picked this guy carefully. He had been tipped off and had been practising for a day. His first shot hit the end of Horse's cock right on the piss-slit. Horse's shriek was loud and clear. The second band went high, striking between his cock and navel. The third caught him right on the bollocks, though. For a moment I thought Horse was going to pull the wall down! And so it went on for seven more snaps of the gun and Horse's agony was just starting. You only need a small amount of advertising for a show like this. The local sadists and pervs had already started finding time to come to our Rag events after yesaterday's shows. This was right up their streets. The queues were long, but we made sure they could watch the show as other people shot the elastic bands and we had nobody drop out for the time taken to wait. After an hour we had had twenty four customers pay to fire their shots against Horse's vulnerable cock and he was a wreck. Small red welts spattered his body, clumped around his cock and balls. The customers left chortling with a clutch of camera phonhe pictures and a small piece of paper detailing the days fun and games. "You can have an hour's break now," I told him, "if you don't mind acting as an advert for the show." I didn't wait for his answer. He was unmasked and pulled off the wall to be dragged outside. There, he was tied, more loosely, to a fence and a sign was hung over his neck: RAG WEEK SPECIAL ROOM G105 TORTURE A SLAVE ASK FOR DETAILS "Answer any questions about the show," I told him. As I walked away I passed some of our earlier customers acting on the paper's details, ready to play the "horrified" bystander or the tormenting pervert. Mackey was next up. His hour had already started by the time I had got back. He'd been trussed up the same way and was squealing nicely. Happy that everything was OK I went off to see Adam. FUN IN THE LIBRARY Adam had tried to get some school work done and had retreated to the civilized surrounds of the library. I found him under a desk sucking the dick of a gym rat who was also failing to get any real work done. Once the guy had shot his load into Adam's waiting mouth, I had Adam strip off and pass his clothes on top of the desk. Then I sat down and enjoyed my first blow job of the day. A few more guys came and went. One of them took Adam's clothes, but I had a pair of baggy shorts that I had for a particular purpose. I needed a few more staff members converted to the the set of willing Adam fuckers, and I had my eyes set on the librarian. He was a young, well-built man that I could see exercised well, but he wasn't a gym member. Yet. I passed Adam his new clothes and a book. The shorts weren't only baggy; they were made of a sheer material designed to be used with an opaque lining. I had removed that as well as the draw string. I tugged the shorts down so the narrow waist band rested directly on the root of Adam's curved cock. "Now go ask to borrow this book. It's a reference book so you can't normally borrow it. Offer the librarian anything he wants to be able to borrow it for the rest of the week: blow-jobs, rimming, fucks, whatever it takes. Be explicit and whore yourself out for a book." I caressed his pecs and abs before stroking his cock through the thin cloth and then slapping his arse. "Go!" The librarian's office was a corner of the library marked off with thin wooden partitions whose top half was glass. As Adam entered, we saw the librarian's eyes glance up in surprise at his bare chest and then slip down to his cock bulge before guiltily flicking up to his face. Adam showed him the book and approached gently, intruding on the librarian's personal space. The librarian shook his head sadly, and Adam responded by moving closer and sucked in his abdominals to draw attention to them as he ran his tongue lightly round his lips. The librarian started to blush and Adam spoke a few words, perhaps repeating his request, perhaps offering to make it worth the librarian's while. The librarian raised a hand palm forward, presumably asking Adam to stop. Adam stepped forward a few more inches and pressed his pectoral against the raised hand. Before the startled librarian could withdraw it, Adam placed his own hand over the librarian's and pressed it against his body. Then we saw him slowly slide both hands down over his abs and below our line of sight. Adam maintained an unblinking gaze into the librarian's eyes. I shook my head in amusement. Even after all we had done to Adam, he could still pull off the whole "power bottom" thing. After leaving the librarian's hand clasped presumably to his cock for a few moments, Adam turned the librarian to a seat and pressed him back. As soon as the librarian was seated Adam dropped gracefully to his knees. The librarian glanced around in a panic and pulled a cord. Louvred blinds dropped down and we lost sight of them both. About fifteen minutes later Adam returned to us with a book. He opened it and showed the circulation sheet stuck in the front: "By special arrangement. Daily renewal." "Daily?" I asked. "One blow job a day for as long as I need the book," Adam explained. I smiled, thinking that I would have to have a word with the librarian. Adam would be giving a damn sight more than blow jobs by the end of the week. I glanced up at the clock. I had fifteen minutes before I swapped Mackey and Horse. "Strip. Get under the table. Show me what you showed the librarian." "Noel. His name is Noel," Adam replied before I filled his mouth with cock. "Master. His name is Master, and don't you forget it." Adam's shorts on the table in front of me acted as a magnet for other gym rats to sit themselves down at the table. This helped screen Adam from prudish eyes and also kept him busy after I left (with the shorts). I would bring them back in an hour's time when I came to collect him. In the mean time I had to see a man about a fence. BACK AT THE RAG WEEK SPECIAL I swapped Horse and Mackey. Horse had had a relatively relaxed time at the fence: relative to his torture in the room, at least. His cock had been mercilessly edged for the entire hour and was standing proud at its full twelve inches. Mackey was whimpering in pain the whole way as I took him outside, so I turned him round to face the fence. I though it only fair to let his cock have a rest from the pain. Then I hung a soft leather spanking paddle by his side next to the sign and headed off to prepare things for Adam's turn as the target, rather than settling down to watch Horse's second bout as the target. An hour later I recovered Adam from the library. I even gave him his shorts back as he walked out and only removed them again ten paces short of the front door to the building we were using. I blindfolded him and also made him keep his hands on his head as I led him past the queueing punters who got to stroke and poke as he squeezed by in the narrow corridor. I didn't want him seeing the people in line, but I wanted to be sure they recognised him. If my timings were right, and if my insertions into the queue had gone as planned, there would be half a dozen men from Adam's father's company lined up ready to fire painful rubber bands at their boss' son's vulnerable cock and balls. Each of them was also going to be given glossy photo prints of Horse, Mackey and Adam tied up to take back to work. The joke was going to be that they would report to Adam's father that Adam was responsible for some special games raising huge amounts of money for Rag. They were working out how to get Adam's Dad's proud approval for these sick games, while never realising that his own son was in the primary victim in the middle of them and that one of the photographs they were laughing at was his own darling boy. I stayed for the first few rounds, just long enough to see the line of Lomas workers arrive, before taking Horse back to the fence. I fixed Horse to the fence next to Mackey. He knew the drill by now, obviously, but Mackey was a little surprised when I turned him round to face outwards with a sizeable gap between them, large enough for a third person to stand. Then I put down a Rag collecting pot and took money to take pictures of people standing between two naked hunks, grabbing one of their cocks in each hand. The weather was a traditional British December: more damp than cold. It was unpleasantly cool, but not dangerously so. Custom quickly built up. There were a number of people who had been shooting at them who wanted a picture taken pointing at the various red marks they were claiming as their own. There were others who just wanted to grab a cock in each hand and have a picture taken. A few wanted a picture as they squeezed the balls of the stud on each side, getting a picture of two helpless muscle studs twisting in helpless agony. Horse's jaw was firmly shut as he forced himself to survive this additional ordeal. Mackey had an almost blank, numb expression on his face. The fight was going out of him much faster than I would have liked; I get bored if there's no fight left. Mobile phones were being used as much to alert friends as to take pictures. Word of mouth advertising is the best. Rag was going to do well this year. I popped back to Adam's turn as target and met the half dozen men from the company who had just finished their time making the boss' son suffer. Their aim hadn't been great with the highest score among them being six, but all of them had got at least one direct strike. I directed them to the fence in case they wanted photos of two of the "Rag volunteers" without the clown mask to add to the show for Adam's father. The afternoon was mostly more of the same. Adam was taken off the wall and added to the fence, Horse got two more hours having his cock tortured split by Mackey's one hour. The only special event happened in the last hour when Adam and Mackey were being humiliated on the fence. They weren't blindfolded but had been gagged. Security finally did a round that took in the two studs tied in front of a small crowd. Both were being photographed with an off-duty security guard standing between them, stroking their cocks. Both cocks were rigid and dripping pre-cum. They were also having more dog food fat smeared onto them. The crowd quickly dispersed leaving the two alone with the pair of security guards and Jessie, their dog. The two guards started to examine the cable ties that were holding the studs in place. This left Jessie unattended and she turned her attention to the delicious smells coming from the two cocks. Jessie started to lick Adam's cock, with long runs of her rasping tongue. She was never a biter and simply worked to find every last drop of delicious doggy jelly from the warm, salty stick with her muscular tongue. Adam started bucking and twisting in hysteria. He had had Jessie's tongue up his arse before and didnt want it again! "Stop struggling!" His guard told him. "You're just tightening it. Now I gotta start again." He called his colleague over from Mackey to help him with Adam's ankle ties. This nudged Jessie away from Adam so she turned to Mackey. Mackey's cock was hanging limp now and there was a look of absolute terror on his face as Jessie padded up to him and pressed her tongue against Mackey's cock. The fear was too much for the black stud. A yellow stream of piss flowed from his cock and Jessie leapt back for a moment. Once the pissing was done, Jessie approached more cautiously. She sniffed a bit and then raised a hind leg and pissed all over Mackey's right foot. Territorial disputes settled, she then moved back to Mackey's limp cock. It started swinging under the strikes of her tongue and she got a few licks in on his bollocks too. Mackey was weeping through his gag and shaking his head in desperate denial. As the two guards pretended to ignore his plight and took their time failing to untie Adam, Jessie licked to her heart's content for a full minute. "Nope, we're gonna need the cutters." The two guards pulled away and whistled for Jessie. "Don' worry 'bout Jess. She's a good girl." Then they walked off, letting a few stragglers from the crowd come back. At least two of them had decent video cameras and were exchanging notes on how much of the scene they had just captured. I pushed my way to the front and cut Mackey loose. "You had better offer these two fine men a really good fuck and suck if you don't want that video going public," I told him. The look in his eyes was almost completely blank. Mackey wasn't going to be fun any more. "If you get the best fuck of your whole lives, I'd be grateful if you only distributed the video to our web site," I told the two videographers. "Otherwise, please feel free to post the video as widely as you like." I passed them cards offering free accounts on the web site and went to untie Adam. "Oh, and I need him back for the Art Class this evening," I shouted after them as they bundled Mackey away. TUESDAY EVENING The Tuesday Art Class was in for a treat: all three slaves would feature in the evening's proceedings. Cheveney asked for the session to start an hour earlier than usual to allow for preparations. The classroom was full and the podium at the centre held Cheveney, three "twink" men from the "beauty science" course and a sheet of thick polythene on the floor. He had the three slaves hold the classic presentation pose while standing in a triangle facing outward. Then he had the three members of the class shave each of them with foam and razor. The three slaves froze rigidly in place, unmoving apart from their teased cocks for fear of being cut. The class had a good laugh as more and more foam and hair landed on the sheet below them. Cameraa phones were deployed inevitably to keep personal records of the slaves' shame. Then the twinks got to rinse them down. All this close attention had the three slaves standing with dripping hard-ons after thirty minutes as they started to dry under the lights and the camera phones got unfettered access to their bodies. The ordeal was not ever yet, though. The three shavers giggled as Cheveney passed them some rubber gloves and cans of spray foam. They pulled on the gloves and began liberally spreading the foam over the three men's bodies. The slaves weren't told but this was a powerful depillatory that would leave them hairless for at least a month. The twinks took the opportunity to move round one slave so each got to fondle a different body from before. During the half hour the foam required Prof Cheveney explained how the class would unfold. He planned a series of lightning sketches for his class; the three models would be made to pose for a series of scenes in an unfolding story. The students would get fifteen minutes for each scene. The story would call for two basic slaves, played by Mackey and Horse, and an overseer, played by Adam. This, and his advice on how to tackle lightning sketching took up the thirty minutes. Then he had the slaves washed down one last time. The polythene sheet was carefully drained into a waiting bucket and the podium cleared for the class proper to start. He pulled out an "overseer's loincloth" for Adam. This was a posing pouch made of a thin fabric that clung to Adam's damp skin and revealed the contours of his engorged cock. He tugged it onto Adam himself, while making Adam hold position. This gave him a chance to feel Adam's cock again and to squeeze it a couple of times to keep it firm. "But, Professor, shouldn't they be oiled?" I asked, playing the stooge in the class. The professor slapped his head in feigned exasperation. "Of course! How could I forget that. Gentlemen?" The three would-be beauticians took bottles of oil and squeezed them. Jets of oil flew out of them as they squirted a body each. Then they fell to rubbing it in, each picking the slave they hadn't groped yet. The one dealing with Adam pulled his loincloth forward and squirted oil straight in to the gap behind. He rubbed he oil on his cock and balls with her bare hand, squirted in a couple more shots and then let the pouch snap back. Adam's loincloth soaked up the oil and immediately became quite transparent. For good measure he squirted some more on the outside and rubbed it in with the palm of his hand. Once this was done, the Professor sent everyone to their seats for the drawing to begin. Cheveney looped a length of chain round Mackey's neck, locking it shut with a heavy padlock, and clipped a one yard length of chain between the two collars. Only after all these preparations were complete did rofessor Cheveney start his "story". First pose: overseer leading two slaves to the market for sale. Adam was told to grab the middle of the chain and stand with his right hand raised over his shoulder as he dragged the two slaves behind him. He had the two slaves stroke one another slowly a dozen times to plump up their cocks. Then they held this position for the quarter hour. Second pose: two slaves being inspected. The two slaves up for sale stood side by side with hands spread wide over their heads tied to a wooden beam suspended from the ceiling. Attached to the beam was a sign saying "FOR SALE: TWO SLAVES". Their ankles were cuffed to a matching beam at the front of the podium. He had Adam stroke them both erect and then kneel to one side and measure the length and girth of Horse's massive cock. Third pose: a possible buyer. Adam stood at the back of the podium, arms crossed. The two naked slaves stood in the same position as before, arms raised abve their heads and abdominal muscles well stretched for display. Cheveney had the class change positions so each got a different view of the two men. Cheveney took the part of the potential buyer, standing on the ground in front of the podium, reaching up to lift Horse's rigid cock with his fingertips gripping the glans, considering the slave's purchase price. Of course after only a couple of minutes, Horse's massive cock was dripping. Cheveney took the dripping pre-cum with the tip of his index finger and oh-so-slowly rubbed it into the glistening cock head. In front of an audience of intently viewing artists, Cheveney shamelessly edged Horse to within an inch of cumming. "Make sure you get the tension and helplessness in his face," the professor instructed the audience. "Also notice the tension of his abdominal muscles." I suspected that the audience's attention was not on Horse's face. Fourth pose: a disobedient slave. For this pose Cheveney played with Mackey's cock in the same way but his edging was, if anything, even more intense than before. Towards the end of the fourth pose, Cheveney called for the class to stop drawing and pay attention to catch "an event". "Don't cum, slave," he ordered. "If you do, the pictures go public with your name attached to them." And then he deliberately teased Mackey just that bit further. Mackey's face took on a look of horror as he realised that he was about to cum. His torso and thighs tensed as he desperately struggled to keep control but it was to no avail. Cheveney stepped to one side to let the jets of cum shoot out over the floor in full view of the artists and cameras. Ribbon after ribbon of thick gooey jizz shot from Mackey's trembling cock as his body shook on the beam. "Capture the face, capture the body; cum is just cum!" Cheveney commanded. "This is where we really benefit from the video. We can go back to review detail. But nothing beats the immediaate interpretation by the human eye. Capture that human element!" While the audience was frantically sketching the scene, Mackey collapsed back racked with shame and humiliation. But Cheveney wasn't done with him yet. Fifth pose: untying the slaves. The fifth scene was relatively innoccuous. Cheveney had Horse unlocked completely and Mackey's ankles released. Then, for the pose, he instructed Adam and Horse to reach up to unlock the wrists. This left Mackey's front and Adam and Horse's sides stretched for the artists. It also gave Mackey a chance to recover from his whipping. Sixth: rebellion. On this pose, Cheveney's story took a turn. Horse and Mackey, now unwisely unchained, grabbed Adam. The pose had Horse seizing Adam from behind in a full nelson wrestling hold, spreading Adam's body out for the audience. Mackey was kneeling down pulling Adam's ankles apart with the ripped off loincloth on the floor in front of them. Of course, this pose left Horse's cock pressed up into Adam's arse. Cheveney had made sure Adam's legs were well spread, so Horse was soon pressing his much teased cock against Adam's arsehole. The copious oil and sweat on both of them removed all useful friction. Adam was clearly trying to keep his hole tightly shut and this was adding to the tension on the front of his body, giving the artists an even better musclature scene to work with. Horse was desperately trying not to cum and this added to the look of ferocious effort engraved on his face to give the artists material there too. After about five minutes it all gave way. Adam slipped and one or two inches of Horse's cock plunged into his arse. Horse, who had been barely managing not to cum all this time, shot his load into Adam. Adam, overcome by the sudden intrusion, shot his load at the same time, straight over the top of Mackey's bowed head. The second and later shots coated the back of Mackey's head in a rich river of cum. "Hold the pose!" Cheveney shouted. "My apologies to the class. We still have ten minutes." Of course, Adam's hole was now penetrated. Horse's lubricated shaft slowly slipped in further and further until, after the ten minutes, it was fully inserted. From both of their twitches during the pose, Horse had cum again at least once. The discomfort on Adam's face was a delight to behold, and to capture for posterity, of course. As they held position Mackey also had to silently endure the cum slowly dribbling through his short hair and down onto his face and into his ear. There was plenty of humiliation to go round. Seventh pose: revenge. The seventh pose involved Adam still hanging from the beam. Cheveney passed a small pot of paint and a narrow brush to Mackey and had him paint the words "FIRST CLASS COCK SUCKER" on Adam's chest and abs with "(ask for a demo)" written around his waistline. The pose consisted of Mackey standing back with pot and brush in his hands, looking happily on his work with his cock rigid with the passion of the moment. Horse stood behind Mackey looking up at the sign advertising two slaves for sale. To help Adam get right the look of horror at being sold, Cheveney mentioned that the paint used was actually a henna dye that would stain the skin for several weeks to give a temporary tattoo. Adam realised immediately that this period covered his Christmas holiday home and the expression on his face was just what the Professor wanted. Eighth pose: betrayal. The story line for this pose had Mackey deciding that to make his escape he still needed to leave two slaves up for sale, so he turned on Horse. The pose itself had Horse on his knees facing away from Adam and Mackey as if he had been walking away and was jumped from behind. Mackey was standing behind him, leaning over with one arm around Horse's neck in a choking grip and the other arm bracing his choking arm's wrist to reinforce the hold. Horse was posed to be struggling, reaching up but unable to get a good grip on Mackey. This twisted his groin up and out so that his cock was obscenely displayed to best effect. Ninth pose: two slaves for sale. The instructions for the final pose started by surprising nobody. Horse was made to stand under the beam and he too was locked into position next to Adam. But before the artists started their sketches, Cheveney had one last instruction. He had Mackey take up the pot and brush one more time and write "SECOND CLASS COCK SUCKER (needs practice)" on Horse's front to complement Adam's description. He also had Mackey mark up his back to give the sketchers at the rear something to work with. They giggled as Mackey wrote out "PLEASE KEEP THIS SLAVE NAKED" down the entire length of Horse's back. Cheveney happily read it out for Horse's benefit. The drawn pose consisted of Mackey, wearing the posing pouch barely containing his cock and carrying the pot and brush, walking away from the pair. The look of fury on Horse's face was priceless and quite real. He too would be indelibly marked for the next month. Horse had also been ordered to go bare chested. That was going to prove interesting. A THANK YOU PRESENT The class wrapped up after that final pose. Cheveney let the students take their sketches away with them to finish off at their own leisure, but he encouraged them to keep the "immediacy" that came from speed sketching. Most of the class filed out, past the two fully exposed slaves and the nearly-naked Mackey. The half dozen members of the gym present for the class stayed behind to "assist" with the models. As soon as the last "real" artist left, one of them locked the door, another cuffed Mackey's hands behind his back and a third ripped off the posing pouch. Now that the room was all theirs, the real fun started. Mackey was pushed to his knees and made to scoop up the rivers of cum on the floor using only his tongue, without swallowing a drop. It was easy to distinguish Horse's and Adam's streams on the floor, so Mackey was made to carry the cum back up to the stage in his mouth and decant it into the mouth of the other slave. So Adam got a mouthful of Horse's cum, and Horse a mouthful of Adam's, both via Mackey's mouth. Just like Mackey, neither of them was allowed to swallow. I gave Mackey a challenge: suck Adam's and then Horse's cocks to ejaculation and swallow both times, and then suck the cum out of the two slaves' mouths. If he could manage all that within ten minutes the photos of him cumming at Cheveney's hands with a locked chain clearly visible round his neck would not be released outside the paid up members of the web site. "And your time starts now." That last statement blocked any arguments Mackey might have considered. Mackey leapt up and wrapped his mouth round Adam's cock. He frantically sucked and Adam's member sprang back to full hardness almost instantly, though neither cock on offer had been fully soft. It took Mackey around six minutes to get another load out of Adam's over-exercised cock, but he did manage it. He leapt over to Horse's cock and began his ministrations there. Horse took far less time to cum than Adam and Mackey had over one minute to spare as he jumped up to Adam's mouth. He pressed his mouth to Adam's and Adam tipped the sickly load into Mackey's mouth. Mackey swallowed and darted back to Horse. It was then that Horse got his revenge for the semi-permanent inking he had received at Mackey's hands. As Mackey's face came up to his, he spat the cum out of his mouth all over Mackey's face and neck. "Go fuck yourself, you bastard. The pictures go public." There was a cheer from the gym rats, and a quick list was formed out loud of the Yahoo groups and Google blogs the photos could be posted alongside his name. Mackey collapsed weeping and started loudly begging for his shame not to be made public. This brought peels of laughter from the gym rats. I reminded him that the only thing keeping him in line as a slave was the threat of publicity. Now that the threat was realised he would be free again. Wasn't he grateful? He could even go fully public and bring the police down on us all. Of course, it was likely that if he did that the entire corpus of work would "leak". Mackey wanted none of it and, in front of both human witnesses and recording video cameras, begged to be enslaved in secret rather than disgraced in public. As the eight of us looked on implacably his offers became more and more desperate. He would be our personal slave. He would drop his University studies to serve us full time. He would be the sweetest fuck we had ever known. He would be our slave for ever. He would sign any contract we presented. We let him beg, savouring his desperation until his imagination started to run dry. Then all eight of us unzipped our flies and pulled out our cocks. With tears of joy running down his cheeks, Mackey started sucking cocks, starting with the Professor whom I had nudged to the front. After all of us had cum into his mouth I told him my decision: He had chosen his own master; the first cock he had sucked as a willing slave was Cheveney's. If he chose slavery he would belong to the Professor, body and soul. Cheveney could contribute pictures of Mackey to the web site if he chose. Alternatively he could publish the pictures of Mackey however publicly he wanted. The slave would continue his studies or not at Cheveney's whim. He could free Mackey and promise that the pictures would never go public - if he decided to free the slave. (There was an amused humph from the Professor when this option was added; it wasn't likely.) Most importantly, the Professor could give, loan, rent or sell Mackey's ownership defined under those same terms to whoever he wanted to, whenever he wanted to. Or Mackey could go free right now and that picture, along with many more, would be released quoting his name for the search engines to find. I unlocked and opened the door. I hauled Mackey to his feet and uncuffed his hands and unlocked the padlock on the loop of chain round his neck, dropping it to the floor between his feet. I even tossed a pair of jogging pants to the ground so he could wear something as a free man. I told him, in full honesty, that if wanted to be free he could walk out now. If he wanted to be a slave for an indefinite period of time, possibly for ever, then he should drop to his knees in front of his master and speak clearly that he was the man's slave. The room fell so quiet that the only sound picked up by the video cameras was the rumble of the air conditioning. Timing the video later, the pause only lasted thirteen seconds. It felt like an eternity to us at the time. Mackey slowly dropped to his knees in front of Professor Cheveney. Leaning forward slightly he gently kissed the shaft of his master's cock and lifted the chain and padlock for him to accept. "I am your slave, Master." Cheveney locked the chain back round Mackey's neck and clipped on the yard-long leash. "Tidy up here, guys," he told us, his voice breaking with the emotion of the moment as he tucked his cock back in. "I have to get used to owning a slave." Then he tugged on the leash and led the slave out to his new life.