chainedmale

we got onto all fours, our eyes fixed on the dungeon door

into the dungeon, Master dragged the new slave on a leash. he was naked as we were, collared and ironed, but wore a head muzzle. as he was led to the centre near us we saw that he too wore a steel belt. Master ordered him down, came over to us and stroking our shaved heads introduced our new dungeon mate:

"mutt & pup, meet chainedmale. you see he is well trained and like you, he has offered his sexual functions entirely to his Master. Unlike you, he is unable to give his life entirely because of responsibilities and commitments in the outside world; he needs a shave as you can see. But don't think for one minute that his inability to serve me 24/7 as you do, in any way diminshes his value to me. i control him even when he's away from me. That belt has not been removed for 3 months apart from cleaning and that has been supervised by another boy of mine with a spare key. chainedmale wears this belt at home and at work. He is constantly aware that he is my slave even when going about his professional life. So, why am i telling you this? you have each other for comfort, to console yoursleves in your slavery. chainedmale must come to me." We watched as the slave sighed involuntarily and rolled his head. Master tugged at the leash.

"He knows his place, accepts that he is as much a slave than if he were here with you, because he is outside, suffering the slavery of enforced chastity while all around him is the temptation to give up, to gain release to live a normal life. Don't for one minute think that he has it easy because he isn't here with you all the time."

"Now, he is here and here for a while. He has come home. Make him welcome" Master took another padlock and hauled chainedmale over to us, locking his collar to our chain. Then he left the room and the three of us, huddled togther. We lost no time in touching and stroking this strange new creature, unable to communicate with us through his muzzle. He responded slowly, gaining confidence as we encouraged his caresses, licking his neck and nipples. He seemed not muscular but slim, much like us, though not as defined as we were through the rigorous exercise we had every other day. True he needed a shave! We giggled as we told him we were unused to feeling hair and he gave a muffled laugh in return and melted into our embrace. Again we gave each as much human comfort as we could while we waited for the return of our Master and the next episode of what was already becoming a wonderful day.