Male Mates Enslaved

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Feeling her tired muscles relax in the warm, steaming bath, Lindsey releases a celestial sigh of contentment. The spacious, gilded oyster shell in which she reclines was custom-designed for her by a gifted artisan, and flown from the Netherlands to be installed in her newly constructed compound. The numerous, recessed water jets lining the inside of the contoured shell have been programmed to perform a slow, sweeping massage of her nude, cradled body.

"Fetch me that sponge, mutt," she says to her ….., lazily pointing through the fog, and tilting her head back. She's still suffused with the afterglow of having spectacularly ……. on the tongue of her new …., Andrea.

Max immediately responds to the young woman's command. Very carefully, he slides his knees one by one across the multi-colored stone floor, and retrieves the indicated magenta sponge with his mouth. Then, cautiously turning around again, he makes his precarious way back to her outstretched hand, and obediently deposits the demanded item.

"Such a good boy," Lindsey rewards him as she immerses the sponge into the bubbles. "Do you like the new outfit your Goddess chose for you to wear?" Her light voice is full of maternal solicitude.

Vigorously nodding his head, because he's not allowed to speak, Max nervously agrees. He always tries to stay on the good side of the cruel ….. who now 'owns' him.

Of course, he detests the neon-pink, spandex body-suit that tightly covers him from head to toe. Written in large, black lettering across the chest is 'GODDESS' fairy boy'. And, locked around his neck is a frilly, but stout, sparkling posture ….. with lacey trim.

He learned weeks ago to agree with anything his 'Goddess' says. She made it distinctively clear to him that HER opinion is his opinion, and that Max's private thoughts are useless. Plus, the damned leash is always there to taunt him.

It is, after all, connected to the tip of his …...

Originally thinking a beautiful angel had appeared in the slave facility to save him from a terrible fate, Max Fulford quickly realized his mistake when her first decree was to have the ruthless handlers pierce his …... The needle hurt like hell when it skewered the sensitive skin at the end of his penis, causing him to cry out like a little girl. And, now a large-gauge, silver metal ring is permanently soldered into the underside of his …..

He was tricked. Trying to make his way across Utah for a potential job as a DJ in Beaville, he was excited when an attractive, middle-aged woman took the seat next to him on the bus. She did seem a little too well dressed to be riding the dilapidated old coach, but she kept crossing and uncrossing her nylon-clad legs, and 19 year old Max was enthralled even before she surprised him by starting up a conversation.

Pretty soon the feisty, sexy woman convinced him to have a drink with her at the next stop in Salt Lake City, and after smiling across the table at each other over Rum Runners, his memory of subsequent events is now a tad fuzzy.

All he knows is that he woke up in a cage like a confused animal, and was soon subjected to a battery of impersonal, sanitized physical exams. None of the 'handlers' would answer his repeated questions, and soon afterward they began training him to 'high-step' with a rubber bit in his mouth. There were two other poor females given the same strange treatment, and the Nazi brute in charge wearing the equestrian riding pants referred to all three of them as his 'ponies'.

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