Chapter 7

 

 

After Billy’s initiation, we merged their sessions although we didn’t permit them to talk to one another. This was easily achieved by locking a human model of the anti-barking collar used on dogs around their necks. The slightest sound from their voice boxes and zap, they got a horrible shock to the sides of their necks. They quickly learned not to speak but we also programmed the surveillance software to note any gestures made one to the other and if this occurred a deafening klaxon sounded just outside their cells.

Of course this had us down there in seconds and the pair of them out for the remainder of the night to be spent on the ninepin or hanging upside down from the winch, both of which we had now doubled up so the pair of them could suffer the same punishment at the same time.

They learned, and very quickly to be obedient, submissive and to be husbands their wives could be proud of.

Peter’s body, trained by exercise and a Spartan if nourishing diet, soon assumed the ideal we were aiming for and when Mary came up to watch the final phase of his training, she was astonished at the transformation in him.

“My God, I wouldn’t have believed it,” she exclaimed. “His body is fabulous but his demeanour is even more astonishing. He looks at me as if he adores me!”

“He does,” Geraldine said. “He now realises that he always did. You see, Mary, we have uncovered in him something you and not even he was aware of: subliminally, he craved your domination and discipline. And when you didn’t give it, he became resentful, hence the change in his attitude towards you.

“We are going to help you understand the full depths of that emotion in him and how best to cater for it. I think you are going to enjoy our lessons together. For example, let’s try him on self-discipline.

“You, Peter, hands out to the side and left leg up similarly!”

He raised his arms as directed and then his left leg out sideways until it too was near parallel with the floor. Not quite, that would come with more practice, I then assured her, but pretty close.

“And now, I went on, “you are going to cane his balls. Take this light cane and stand in front of him. Bring it up smartly, but not too hard. They are very sensitive and whilst this is an excellent punishment and discipline, you must be careful not to damage them. Have him hold the pose for at least half an hour and cane his testicles about every five minutes.

“That would be an impossibility for a new slave and even Billy, who is incredibly strong, lacks the stamina yet to last more than about ten minutes. But your Peter has turned into a paragon of docility and determination to be a perfect slave to you.

“I think you are going to be very happy together – as long as you remember that he needs constant discipline and, dare I say it, even domination. I think it may even come to public humiliation – say having him naked during a formal dinner party and, perhaps even punish him before your female friends.

“We have been experimenting with riding his shoulders as he runs through the forest outside. He has taken to it like a duck to water and now, so has Billy. We have thought about racing them but not up here. It’s too dangerous in the bush but if we can find an open space that is sufficiently private, we think naked male pony races with a female as jockey could take off in spades if we find enough aficionados.”

“Oh God, I’d love to see that,” Mary said. “Say, can I ride him right now?”

“Why not?” I said, grinning at her. We’ll all come up and bring Billy, too. One of us can ride him and the others follow on the quad-bikes.”

The result was wonderful. Billy had now accepted his lot although he wasn’t masochistic. To him a punishment was just that and we were careful to apply it to him only when he erred. With Peter, it was quite different. He needed pain and shame and he craved to be dominated. So far, that was in private but Geraldine opined that this would develop as he became used to Mary and the servants seeing him undergo these punishments, as we had just explained.

And yet, although they wore the throat collars all the time (we could deactivate them electronically by means of controllers we wore on our belts when we required a response from them) and thus had never spoken a word to each other, they had become good friends and Billy was fast becoming as much a paragon of docility as Peter. We thought the two couples might well become friends and organise joint sessions with the two husbands and when Jane came up in a few days, we were going to talk to them both about it.

In the meantime, Peter ran Mary along the path through the woods around the camp while Phoebe rode Billy. They were both capable of a cracking pace nowadays but we always enjoined them to be careful. Running fast without a rider is one thing but the weight of their jockeys raised their centres of gravity and made them unstable and you never knew when a branch might have fallen on the track.

We followed on the quad bikes of course but there were no mishaps and when we had spent an hour or more racing through the bush, Mary climbed down from her husband’s broad shoulders and told us how well we had done.

We thanked her but then I spoke: “There is more to be done, Mary. As we said inside, we believe you need some pointers on how to control him in the future…”

“Oh yes, I understand that and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m also keen to meet Billy’s wife for I think the four of us might enjoy some times together.”

This was exactly what we had thought and as it happened, they hit it off from the moment they shook hands and it was unusual during daylight hours not to see them together, watching as we put their husbands through some more exercises, training or punishment. They were avid learners and soaked it all up like the proverbial sponge.

Of course we allowed their men to sleep with them and had provided bedrooms for just this purpose. Both told us their men were now attentive, caring and sensitive to their needs as lovers and vastly more competent performers of the art.

We said we could do more but then Jane asked me if we had raped them as part of our training.

I was instantly alert, as was Geraldine. “Why do you ask, Jane?” she said.

“Because I have a secret fetish to watch as a big and muscular man rapes my husband. Billy may be reformed but he was so horrible to me and I think watching him raped, say by Anton, here (if Phoebe doesn’t mind, of course), I think it would show him how much I am now in control and he is truly my slave.”

“Well said,” I responded, grinning widely now, “and I doubt Phoebe will mind in the least…?”

“No, I won’t. In fact, why not make them do it now?”

Billy had been listening to this exchange but his face, far from the arrogant upstart he had been when we had collected him from her three weeks ago, now showed just resignation.

We had been having morning tea which the two slaves had been serving us but at his wife’s direction, Billy now moved off and down to the pillory room where he laid his neck and wrists into the slots and allowed Sunti to close and lock the top bar.

Anton, Sunti and Bobby now wore clothing of one kind or another most of the time so that the other two males didn’t think of them as slaves like them but now Anton stripped down to reveal a truly superlative physique.

Of course we six had continued with our own physical program as much or more than the slaves and our bodies were all top class, but Anton’s, given his big frame, took more muscle without detracting from his overall appearance and of course his monster cock, without the pubic hairs to take away its splendour now stood straight up his so muscly belly.

He was still bisexual. There was nothing we could (or wanted) to do about that and in fact it was a useful tool in raping our new subjects for while Sunti and Bobby could do it, they weren’t as turned on by it as Anton was and so now, as Mary (and Jane) watched avidly, he rammed his great stork right up Billy’s backside and then proceeded to pound his arse brutally.

Billy took it. He had little option of course, but he didn’t even scream and when Jane moved around to sit in front of his face and watch his reactions, she noted his acceptance of this ultimate humiliation and then leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss went on and on and in that moment, they both knew how much they loved the other.

 

There isn’t a lot more to tell, actually. Peter and Billy were successes and they and their wives did indeed get together more and more often for rides through the bush astride the naked shoulders of their just as naked husbands.

Jane invited us to a formal party at her palatial mansion in Brisbane and we were amused to see both her husband and Peter Carmichael, (who with his wife were also guests) were stark naked, still of course depilated nude as well to show off their fine bodies better and mixing with the guests as either host or invitee and not as servants.

We were amused at the guests’ reactions too. All showed shock at first of course but then this was replaced with acceptance and finally delight, at least on the part of the ladies among the guests. The males, well some seemed a mite worried, glancing at us as if they knew we were behind it all and concerned lest their wives enrol them in our program; others were hard put to hide their obvious (to us anyway) sexual interest in the two naked male bodies and contrived to be in a position to ogle them as much as they dared.

Of course we continued on with the program. We didn’t need the money it brought in to us but it was fun finding, taming and then delivering our end product back to their wives and after a few more successes, we decided to form a club for our ‘graduates’ and their wives.

We were able to acquire an old run down farm on flat land at the end of a lane so that our farm was the last freehold property before the crown land. We did up the old house, turning it into accommodation for two dozen of our members, with room to add another similar wing later. We also built cages in the old barn to house any slave-husbands who had been backsliders and needed correction.

But more importantly, we created a real racing track out at the back of the farm, away from prying eyes and there we raced our men – as ponies – and of course with us sitting on their shoulders astride their necks as their jockeys.

This was an instant success and the bi-monthly meetings were always very well attended. And then I suggested pony-carting with our truly bizarre method of harnessing the human ponies.

You will remember that instead of your usual two poles for the pony to hang on to or buckled to a waist belt, this one had only a single pole and near the end was a fixed, forward-pointing, semi-rigid butt plug that went deep up his rectum. Immediately in front of this was the cuff and when it was carefully closed around his cock and balls, it made for a perfect harness that showed off his whole body beautifully. With our previous experience, Bobby and I made the gig easily enough and of course he had to be the one to try it out.

By now of course, his anus was well adjusted to all manner of intruders and the plug went up easily enough, the pole, made of fibreglass so as not to irritate his crotch, nestling snugly under his perineum. I closed the cuff one notch too tight so as to assist him in maintaining a full erection and then we were ready to try it out.

Needless to say he delighted in it just as he had all those months ago and so we made two more, now racing Sunti and Anton as well. When we showed off the three new gigs to the members up at the farm, they all wanted one and so this became another form of our human pony races.

 

And there i will leave my story. We seem to be fulfilling a real need in the community and so far at least, we haven’t had a failure. The males we have trained have all become wonderful husbands to their wives – here I should say we didn’t always accept the man concerned. We were careful only to take those we thought had the makings. We weren’t fools and neither were the wives we helped.

Some we simply advised to get rid of their men and they did.

But the others, well they are all friends of ours now and many come down to the camp to help out with a new subject.

Can we help you? I don’t know. To find us, place a discreet ad in the Courier-Mail. We check out all personal ads and who knows, perhaps we can.