By Xhumil
xhumil@protonmail.com
Copyright 2021 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
RE Clandu
Hi uncle Jim.
Thank you for offering
to help me with conditioning if I require it. I've been checking my
progress and will beg my mistress to assist if I feel I need further
conditioning.
Just to let you know I'm only allowed to
answer to the name Casper from now on. Scott is only for official
documents related to my past and reserved for when I'm eventually a
free boy. Carrie has also set me up a new mail account that Jenny’s
mum, Mrs. Larson, recommended. It allows Carrie to control who I send
to.
About midweek my young owners made friends with
another group of teens, one of which was a boy. He was pretty big
too, so assumed the role as group leader. so I now had six people to
serve when we were out. I also now have 6 different sets of ideas to
humiliate me. I tried to look at my humiliations as a set of dares
like you suggested and it's made everything more bearable, even
possibly enjoyable. I pretend were all friends, obviously we weren't,
I'm just their play-thing and slave.
We went to loads of
cool places, and I've finally seen more slaves now too, but they were
all dressed. Each new place we went I was still the only one with my
junk on display.
Their whole treatment of me is changing
slightly now too, I'm almost like a puppy for them at the moment.
Wherever we stop one of them will make me lie next to them and stroke
me or they’ll drape their legs on me until they want fun. That's
when they send me to talk to strangers or buy stuff with a hard-on
and stuff like that. I’m still their table when they have a picnic,
or seat and obviously will always be Doug’s serviette, but I like
being a pup the best. I feel like everyone loves me for a change, but
I know its just while it suits them, and soon changes, and it doesn’t
matter what object I’m being, someone will nearly always be idly
twiddling my Peenie, even Yurgen their new leader. Yurgen’s use of
me has ruffled Doug a bit, but we all have to adapt.
The
other day we played a hoopla game in the town square, Yurgen made me
keep my dick hard and they all took it in turns to throw small hoops
at it. If anyone got it on my boner they could give me 2 swats. They
laughed so much, I actually nearly laughed too despite the crushing
humiliation of it. Anyway, they offered a go to all the passers-by.
I'm amazed how many people played along, it was so demeaning, but was
actually fun! My bum was really sore after, if they got it on I got 2
swats, if they missed they often blamed me for moving and gave me
more.
When they got bored of that game, Yurgen was
declared the Winner. He threw a hoop on the ground in front of them
all and ordered me to shoot into it. This was deeply humiliating, no
one had ordered me to cum in such a public place yet and they all
seemed really keen and really intently watched me wank for
them.
Doug stood behind me while I rubbed up a storm but
then just as I came he smashed a load of eggs on my head.
Just
cumming in front of an audience was devastating enough for me, but
they were laughing at me now really hard, and the eggs ran down my
face, it was utterly mortifying. A few days earlier I would have
cried, but that day I just smiled, I was in awe of Doug’s evil
ingenuity. Egg dribbling off my head and white goo out of my
softening cock, but it didn’t reduce the feeling of utter
degradation.
“Pick up the hoops were off to the woods”
Yurgen said, and they walked away, I hadn’t even got over the
orgasm, I had to pick all the hoops up and run after them dripping
and stumbling. When I am free again I’m really going to get my own
back on Doug, I can’t wait.
Whilst in the woods Yurgen
pushed on causing the rest of the sheep to follow. As the winner he
insisted on holding my lead as he felt he'd won me. He stopped at a
clearing and said it was time for him to enjoy his prize. No one knew
what he had in mind, but were up for anything, as the oldest they
just went along with anything. That should have been my role, but I
need to forget that. By his sister's expression I think she knew
exactly what he had planned.
He pushed me down onto my
back and asked Carrie if I'd ever been fucked. She stuttered a bit
but Doug answered proudly "Yes, at least twice" earning him
a coy and playful dig in the ribs from Jenny and a knowing smile from
mistress Carrie.
"Can I take him?" Yurgen asked both
Carrie and Doug
Carrie said a definite yes, and quite sweetly
Doug reluctantly agreed with a half hearted "sure".
With
that, Yurgen stripped naked, he had an amazing body, it was far more
muscly than mine, I like being defined, I think Yurgen was excessive.
The girls seemed pleased with his body though, and to my horror his
cock was friggin' massive. I exchanged a glance with Carrie which
gave away my dread, she grinned and turned her back, clearly to
continue her gleeful giggle at my most degrading moment yet. Doug's
cock was nothing to be ashamed of and that hurt like hell. Ok, I got
used to it and the second time with Doug was better, I’m kind of
glad I’ve had that practice. All this egg yolk everywhere too was
like an anti-lube, dirt was sticking to it all over me.
Yurgen
was hard by the time he knelt between my legs, his sister and Jenny
pulled my legs out and back, which was a really embarrassing
position, he spat on his dick, rubbed it then pressed it against my
hole. I screamed so loudly as it popped through the hole, I thought I
was splitting in 2. Once in he was pretty gentle, but it was still
painful. He probed carefully around getting deeper and deeper, then
eventually he was banging up against that wall that Doug always hits.
He pressed at it a few times, its always really painful, but then
after a last agonising push he was through that too. It actually felt
amazing, OK painful, but tingly. Even though I'd just cum, my peenie
was dribbling like a leaky tap. A couple of the girls were trying to
see who could pull the longest string from it and laughing wildly.
I
never thought I could enjoy something like that uncle Jim. It was
amazing. After more thrusting he came and then flopped on top of me.
He kissed my lips too. His lips were really soft and warm and felt
huge on mine, then stroked my head, I think he regretted that as he
went “eeeew” and wiped his now eggy hand across my chest. He made
me lick his dick clean before he got dressed and we all split back to
our villas.
Every night I was always glad to get
back to the villa, at least it was reasonably private, even though I
was still naked and on display. I was now content to do my tasks,
cook and serve, stuffing my dinner down while the kettle boiled for
their after dinner coffees. Doug was always gave me a quick scrub at
the kitchen sink most nights if he’d made me messy in the day so
that he had a “clean Serviette” as he put it.
After a
busy night being waiter, fool, prize and furniture I could enjoy Doug
pulling me off the floor and dragging me into his bed for a cuddle,
and sleeping together till morning too. After being so many different
pieces of furniture myself, the only piece of actual furniture I’ve
used on this holiday is Doug’s bed! Tonight I wished I was with
Yurgen though, but I'd never let Doug know that. Anyway, my bedtime
free-speech with Doug doesn’t really allow for talking about that
sort of thing, or what's happening now, or how I feel. It kind of
just allows me to answer his questions in my own way. They’re
always about me and my past, mostly deeply personal, but apart from
you uncle Jim, that's the closest thing to conversation I get, and am
grateful for it.
Thursday night washed all their clothes
under instruction, of course, and cleaned the villa. This morning I
washed all the bedding while they had breakfast. It was a pretty slow
morning.
We also spent a few hours saying goodbye to the
town square. Where I feel like my new life properly began. I looked
at the fountain and thought of my conditioning again. I felt a little
tearful but not sure why. Was it loss of my old life, the depths I
got ot that night, or just that it was an intense moment in my life….
I don’t know.
My young owners settled on their bench
then Jenny hardened me up and sent me to the shops for pop and
sweets, this again was poignant, its the main action that caused my
conditioning and final breaking. As I left the shop, still hard, they
very loudly did their "boing, boing, boing" again as my
cock bounced. I decided to over exaggerate my walk so it really
bounced. I slowed down and sped up to see If they could get the
sounds to match. They did pretty good, then when I got to them I
flicked my hips and gave them my best road runner stop impression
"yadadadadada". It all seemed a perfect way to say goodbye
and make peace with the earlier worst experiences of the holiday, and
my life. They laughed and didn’t punish me for communicating out of
turn which was nice.
Anyway, we’re leaving for the
airport in an hour, so all this humiliation can be put behind me. I
hope dad has filled out the freedom papers and doesn’t sell me. I
can’t believe I’m looking forward to going back to school
too.
Love
Casper
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Clandu
Hi boy
Sounds like you're doing just
fine.
I think your theory about why doug diminishes you
through messing you up is probably right. You take after your mother,
she has lovely hair and he can instantly take yours away from you by
wrecking it. A clear sign of who's boss. Remember, you have no choice
it belongs to him more than it belongs to you. He can shave you bald
if he wants!
It's also possible that he is possessive of
you and by gunging you then no one gets to see how pretty you are, so
won't want to take you from him. It also reserves your looks for his
eyes only. I think he'll be good for you. Obey him, and don’t upset
him, especially as his dad world for the CC, I bet you didn’t know
that!
You must have been really good for them to see you
as a pet rather than a lowly slave,, I'm super proud of mistress
Carrie for getting you this far. Keep making them happy, they're all
you've got now, but don’t let it go to your head. At the end of the
day you are a slave and take on any role they tell you to. Anyway,
I'm glad you're beginning settle into the role and see it as an
experience. You should be thankful to your mistress too for helping
to accept your place.
Also, don't worry so much about
being the only one naked, see it as a privilege, there's loads of
people desperate to free their junk and take it on tour.
Your
mistress has agreed to allow you to email me regularly to help with
your development, so I expect plenty of updates. I've sent a
dictionary and thesaurus to your house to improve your writing. It
should be there when you get home.
Aunt Laura says hi and
so does Tilly and Sue. I can't believe they'll be 13 and 19 next
month. Anyway, they're looking forward to seeing all of you next
weekend when they come to visit you at home. I'll be away working
unfortunately.
Jim