To watch TV. Master stopped before the door of the pig pen and paused to padlock a thick chain to our metal collars.He moved inside the pen and we could see him spreading pigswill into the troughs inside. Gay sex It was hard to accept his brutal use of us. He would also employ us in a small paddock, moving large rocks from one end of the paddock to the other. It seemed so, so unfair that I was not even allowed the basic pleasure of masturbation. Such a handsome hunk.”He paused and let his words sink in.“And yet look at you. Without a word, he grabbed my ankle manacles and pulled them upwards. To be allowed freedom. He had absolute power over me.It was my Master who had locked my tiny cock away, and this power more than any other seemed to me to emphasise how much he owned me. It seemed now to be the world of another person in my memories, as I could not imagine the simple pleasures of clothing, of freedom and of mental stimulation.Our minds became dulled as we worked, the mindless tedium of such repetitive tasks punctuated only occasionally by a whip or a similar form of punishment from our owner.
