SLAVE1.TXT A Slave's Journey - by SwampRat (c) 1990 The Brotherhood Of Pan 1992 The Rashathran Society 1996 Gay Furry Association Fred looked over the paper. The usual tired ads.. Not much happening for a Slave. Not that he was picky, so much as jaded. The something caught his eye. "Tired of being turned into a mass of bruises by a neanderthal with the I.Q. of a rock? Want a Real challenge? Then drop The ChangeMasters a line." An address.. What the hell. It had to be better than trying to find a Real Man in the 'Cattle-calls'.. A week later he got an invitation. "Thank you for letting The ChangeMasters serve you. You have professed an interest to be shown the submissive side of your persona. If you still feel this way, then follow the instructions.." He rummaged through the envelope, finding a sheet with directions. The last words were most intriguing.. "Come as you are. We shall provide all necessaries." He tapped his pencil on the calender.. This weekend? Better, and better.. Fred followed the sheet, and found himself standing before a bus terminal. He would be called.. 'John.' Security measures he was told. "John?" Fred nodded.. And he was whisked into a van! Before he could utter a peep, he was stripped, blindfolded, and a set of ear-plugs were put in place. he was then tied to a seat.. And nothing more. His erection at being handled so, was ignored.. or was it? Something slid across it.. Vanished. Returned.. Disappeared again... Fred squirmed, trying to get the thing to return again.. It was Torture!! Then he grinned. Wasn't that why he was here? The vehicle stopped, and Fred was taken into a structure. There he was placed in a dark room. A type of helmet was placed over his head. "Nod if you can hear me." He tilted his chin. "Good.. Your challenge begins now." Fred was taken to another place. Tied to a structure, and left.. The man found himself in a half crouch, hands on some sort of board, covered by carpet. First the music.. Soft, lilting.. He hated it! Fred had expressed a preference to jazz.. Then he grinned again. These people were subtle.. Ask for punishment, and they gave it.. in Velvet! Something touched him. He arched, gasping as a cold wet nose touched his nuts. They shriveled.. Then expanded as a warm, wet tongue slid across them. This was replaced by a raspy one.. His cock was similarly toyed with. Fred squirmed.. Warm breath moving over his skin. Teasing his testicles, firing his cock to greater hardness. Something shaped like a tulip, slapped his cheeks. A strange moaning sound came over the music.. The warm tulip spurted a thick liquid. A tongue slid across his chest, and neck. He squirmed, wishing he could see who his assailants were.. When was he going to be used? "Mast.. *Glub*" A cock shoved itself into his mouth. Hair tortured his nose.. He had felt such hair before.. Where.. A howl, and runny cum spurting down his throat told him what it was. A dog. A damnded Dog! He was going to be.. Horny! Furry thighs rubbed his cheeks. Fred sucked wantonly.. The animal was yanked back. His tongue stuck out, wanting the last drops.. And met smooth flesh. A pair of nuts was rubbed into his nose. They were oval, and he cleaned the dusty balls thoroughly. A hose, slick with some kind of lubricant, was shoved into his ass. He grunted, and arched his back. It slid in deeply, the pointed tip wedging his intestinal walls apart. It vibrated for a moment, then warm, sticky stuff poured into his guts.. Mmmmm. More music.. What the? Balls! Hairy, and wide, they were rubbed along his side. Another, more familiar set teased the back of one hand. Damn! He was sweating.. He continued lapping on the nuts before him. They disappeared.. A wet nose inhaled his scent. A long tongue explored his cock. Lapped on the head. A hand grabbed him, squeezed.. He yelped, teeth biting hard. Fred gasped, spurting cum into the warm wetness. Suction.. Then stuff splashing on him. How many Cocks.. He couldn't tell. The half-helm kept him literally in the dark. He grinned. This was better than a day in the Sling.. Aaaaaaaa! Tongues scoured the scum off him. Too much.. He gave himself up to the feeling.. A penis, bigger than any he had ever felt before, slid along his sweaty buttocks. 'Oh, Yessss..' it tapped his anus, sending chills up his spine. Too much pleasure! The strangely-shaped head pressed against his ass-hole again.. Then swelled, and spurted it's sticky load. Fred squirmed, trying desperately to shove it in him. No good.. "So, You liked that.. You shall have to be punished." He gritted his teeth, not sure what was to come.. Before, those words mean humiliation, and pain.. But this was a different type of Master. The hardest to please. The nastiest, meanest... And never once had anyone actually hit him. Something large and wiry shoved itself against his side.. A hoof, his fingers told him. The horse snorted. "You shall have to be spanked.." The pole-sized cock was lifted, Then smacked against the exposed buttocks. The stallion grunted, feeling warm flesh pressing on his maleness. Again, and again the 19-inch maleness was 'twanged' across the reddened butt-cheeks. Fred shuddered. He had been in Bondage for many years.. But Nothing turned him on like this bizarre act. Smack! The penis slapped his ass. The animal whinnied, cum spurting onto his back, triggering his umpteenth orgasm.. 'Aaaaugh!' Teeth bit into his swollen cock-head. Followed by a lapping tongue. Suction pulled his maleness into molten warmth. Something sucked hungerily, sometimes chewing on the root. Fred was going out of his mind.. His nuts exploded yet again, cum poured out of the tortured penis.. Each spurt being swallowed as rapidly as it appeared.. Now the raspy tongue was brought into play. Sandpapering his nerves, it slid across the underside of his aching dick. His toes curled, another orgasm hit.. Fred, for once in his life, found his limit. He passed out, the being still gulping down his semen.. He awoke, feeling like he had been through a month-long orgy in the BackRoom of the Tortured Tit.. He looked at his watch. Sunday 7AM.. All that had happened in a single day? Shit! A card sat on his dresser. "Congratulations. You are one of a very few who made it through a session with us." Only A session?!? "If you care to join us again, please do not hesitate to drop The ChangeMasters a line." Fred went into the shower. Even though every muscle protested, for once there were no bruises. No ripped skin. No traces at all.. A twinge. Well, very few anyway. He was on the phone as soon as he got out.. "Yes, I am a calling about the offer for The ChangeMasters..No, No. Quite the opposite. I wish to have another session as soon as possable.. Um.. Perhaps something a lille more on the masculine side. Saturday would be Great.. Same place? Yes, I will be 'John'. Thank You!" Fred grinned, hardly able to wait until next weekend. The End