Tober worked hard for the honor, very hard. He had been the master’s property for the better part of four years- purchased as part of a bulk lot via one of the frequent on-line slave auctions that had become all the rage (and a way to avoid exorbitant state taxes), for the sole purpose of hard labor. And, in that basic capacity, the new buck had excelled. Naturally fit, Tober’s broad muscular physique seemed made for hard manual exertion and, better yet, he was (almost) never found shirking, grumbling, or slyly avoiding this and that in the time-tested way that enslaved bucks seemed to always eventually learn. For Tober, infrequent use of the paddle and leather strap were more of a formality than a necessity and occasions that required a formal, public flogging were very few and far between, especially as the earnest young male learned, through trial and error, exactly what was expected of him.
Tober was also uncommonly handsome. Standing at exactly six feet tall, with a perfectly proportioned body of hard muscle; his smooth back, lightly furred and well-defined chest and abs, wide shoulders, and work-hardened thighs and biceps turned more than one head and the master took note, his heart swelling with pride. Being an old-fashioned sort, the master generally required his male chattel to go about his business stripped completely naked. This was purely a matter of preference, as many slave owners- for reasons practical or personal- allowed for a loincloth (usually as a nod to the modesty of casual observers), or even a full kit of simple work clothes. Tober’s master would have none of that. Females, however, were allowed a simple breast-band and short tunic, as experience had demonstrated that full feminine nudity had an adverse effect on the over-excitable young bucks. The males, however, were kept in the nude at all times, with the sole exception of extremely inclement weather (and if things became that severe, the bucks were generally kept in their barracks and issued thick horse blankets for the duration). If questioned about his conservative ways, the master would simply grin and remark that chickens, pigs, horses, and farmyard dogs didn’t strut about all covered up with the latest fashion, so why should any of his healthy young bucks? Thick-soled sandals, gloves, and any number of harnesses and collars were routinely issued for specific work details, but no one would confuse that sort of practical kit for clothing.
As one of many bucks required to be naked at all times, Tober lacked any real sense of modesty yet, even so, he instinctively realized that others’ observation and, above all, use of his penis and testicles was strictly monitored and a matter of rigid protocol. For instance- none of the bucks was allowed to masturbate under any circumstances, except as a rare and exceptional reward for good behaviour or an excessive work-quota. And, it goes without saying that unauthorized sex, with either gender, was also off limits and, if apprehended, punished with near-immediate castration. That being said, each male was ‘milked’ by a trained handler once a week (late Saturday afternoons) in a designated stall where his semen was culled and stored for eventual sale to a niche market. Family members, staff, and guests were allowed, even encouraged, to prod, stroke and otherwise fondle any buck that took his or her fancy- and that included casual examination of the virile young male’s cock and balls…but that was as far as it went. Inducing one of the passive lads to an erection was frowned upon and considered to be in bad taste, but not forbidden. Bringing him to ejaculation was strictly against the rules.
Tober, being very well-endowed- his penis was large and shapely with firm, low-slung testicles; all nestled in a tight bush of auburn pubic hair- often attracted attention and, though he found the experience deeply humiliating, was not overly concerned since, usually, he knew what was expected of him. Sometimes, however, uncertainties, even a whiff of danger, required the handsome buck to take stock of the situation and…to act. A case in point was the eager attention paid to his muscular physique in general, and the manly equipment riding between his legs in particular, by the master’s wife. In a way, Tober was flattered but he had the sense to realize that sex with the master’s wife- willing or not- could easily cost him his life.
Things came to a head (pun intended) when the eager missus commanded the big, hairy slave to a suggestive display position and proceeded to induce the blushing Tober to a very substantial erection. She was disappointed, however, as more than twenty minutes later, though trembling and sweating profusely, the blushing buck resolutely refused to surrender to the near-overwhelming urge to ejaculate a hot stream of buck-seed. ‘Come on, boy,’ she cooed, ‘let it go…all of it! I want to see if all the milking shed gossip is really true.’ Swallowing hard, Tober bowed his head and, averting wide hazel eyes, stuttered a hoarse refusal, ‘I’m, sorry…ma’am…just can’t…it’s…it’s,’ he nearly gagged as she adjusted the stroke on his rock-hard cock taking full advantage of the slick lubrication provided by the copious leakage of pre-cum that remained beyond his control, ‘against the rules.’ Tober exhaled an explosive sigh and continued, ‘boss’d have my balls for breakfast if he found out…or even worse…’ Finally tiring of her cruel sport, the master’s frustrated wife delivered a stinging slap to the stubborn buck’s handsome face and stomped away in search of other pursuits.
With only a moment’s hesitation, Tober decided on a radical, and also very risky, course of action; he went to one of the foremen and told him the whole story of what had happened between himself and the master’s horny wife. When the master, in turn, was told the sordid story he, also, hesitated for the merest moment before deciding on an appropriate response. Summoning Tober to the big house, the master took a moment to peruse the fine form of the buck who, undeniably, was in his physical prime. Nodding his approval, he muttered sincere appreciation at the young slave’s reaction to his wife’s tasteless advances and also any number of generalities signalling Tober’s willingness and ability to work, usual obedience with a complete lack of serious infractions…all contained in a stack of foremen’s reports littering a nearby table. And, of course, the milking shed rumours had all been true… Finally, reaching into a non-descript opened box, the master withdrew a new, snowy-white jockstrap and handed it to his awestruck slave. Gingerly grasping the jockstrap as if it were delicate as gossamer, Tober (knowing full-well what the scanty article of clothing signified) stammered his confusion, ‘Sir???’ ‘That’s right, boy…put it on.’ The master rarely smiled in the presence of his chattel and, as Tober, with shaking hands, adjusted the jock he ruefully reflected that of all that had happened since he entered the big house, the boss’ wide grin had to be the most amazing.
Buck’s were almost never honoured with a jockstrap. Not only did the right to wear one provide the luxury of, at least a semblance, of almost human-like modesty, but it also came with a short list of important privileges. Late in the afternoon, when Tober returned to the barrack, he was surprised to meet one of the foremen who, handing him a second white jockstrap, explained that the spare was to be worn when the original was being laundered. He then proceeded to explain the buck’s new set of important privileges (and duties) that conferral of the jock entailed. To the astounded envy of the other bucks gathered in the barrack, the foreman explained that henceforth Tober’s work day would be shortened by an hour and that hour given over to supervised, healthy recreational pursuits. He would no longer be required to pay a weekly visit to the milking shed but would be permitted the unheard-of luxury of (carefully supervised) bi-weekly masturbation and that, as well as rest, eating and drinking etc.- if he desired- would occur in a newly awarded personal stall. All of the other bucks lived dorm-style in the sprawling barrack. Two other things- one a duty and one a privilege- rounded out the transformation wrought by conferral of the coveted jockstrap; one day a week, Tober would serve as a houseboy at the big house (in the end, with an almost snickering sense of irony, the big, hairy, young buck did indeed service the master’s delighted wife- with the full approval of the entire household) and he would be permitted to mete out discipline to his fellow slaves- limited, however, to strap and paddle- at his own discretion or by request of one of the foremen. Young Tober let out a sigh of pure contentment; it had been one hell of a fine day!
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TOBOR'S LUCKY DAY - REWARDED FOR DOING HIS DUTY
Tober worked hard for the honor, very hard. He had been the master’s property for the better part of four years- purchased as part of a bulk lot via one of the frequent on-line slave auctions that had become all the rage (and a way to avoid exorbitant state taxes), for the sole purpose of hard labor. And, in that basic capacity, the new buck had excelled. Naturally fit, Tober’s broad muscular physique seemed made for hard manual exertion and, better yet, he was (almost) never found shirking, grumbling, or slyly avoiding this and that in the time-tested way that enslaved bucks seemed to always eventually learn. For Tober, infrequent use of the paddle and leather strap were more of a formality than a necessity and occasions that required a formal, public flogging were very few and far between, especially as the earnest young male learned, through trial and error, exactly what was expected of him.
Tober was also uncommonly handsome. Standing at exactly six feet tall, with a perfectly proportioned body of hard muscle; his smooth back, lightly furred and well-defined chest and abs, wide shoulders, and work-hardened thighs and biceps turned more than one head and the master took note, his heart swelling with pride. Being an old-fashioned sort, the master generally required his male chattel to go about his business stripped completely naked. This was purely a matter of preference, as many slave owners- for reasons practical or personal- allowed for a loincloth (usually as a nod to the modesty of casual observers), or even a full kit of simple work clothes. Tober’s master would have none of that. Females, however, were allowed a simple breast-band and short tunic, as experience had demonstrated that full feminine nudity had an adverse effect on the over-excitable young bucks. The males, however, were kept in the nude at all times, with the sole exception of extremely inclement weather (and if things became that severe, the bucks were generally kept in their barracks and issued thick horse blankets for the duration). If questioned about his conservative ways, the master would simply grin and remark that chickens, pigs, horses, and farmyard dogs didn’t strut about all covered up with the latest fashion, so why should any of his healthy young bucks? Thick-soled sandals, gloves, and any number of harnesses and collars were routinely issued for specific work details, but no one would confuse that sort of practical kit for clothing.
As one of many bucks required to be naked at all times, Tober lacked any real sense of modesty yet, even so, he instinctively realized that others’ observation and, above all, use of his penis and testicles was strictly monitored and a matter of rigid protocol. For instance- none of the bucks was allowed to masturbate under any circumstances, except as a rare and exceptional reward for good behaviour or an excessive work-quota. And, it goes without saying that unauthorized sex, with either gender, was also off limits and, if apprehended, punished with near-immediate castration. That being said, each male was ‘milked’ by a trained handler once a week (late Saturday afternoons) in a designated stall where his semen was culled and stored for eventual sale to a niche market. Family members, staff, and guests were allowed, even encouraged, to prod, stroke and otherwise fondle any buck that took his or her fancy- and that included casual examination of the virile young male’s cock and balls…but that was as far as it went. Inducing one of the passive lads to an erection was frowned upon and considered to be in bad taste, but not forbidden. Bringing him to ejaculation was strictly against the rules.
Tober, being very well-endowed- his penis was large and shapely with firm, low-slung testicles; all nestled in a tight bush of auburn pubic hair- often attracted attention and, though he found the experience deeply humiliating, was not overly concerned since, usually, he knew what was expected of him. Sometimes, however, uncertainties, even a whiff of danger, required the handsome buck to take stock of the situation and…to act. A case in point was the eager attention paid to his muscular physique in general, and the manly equipment riding between his legs in particular, by the master’s wife. In a way, Tober was flattered but he had the sense to realize that sex with the master’s wife- willing or not- could easily cost him his life.
Things came to a head (pun intended) when the eager missus commanded the big, hairy slave to a suggestive display position and proceeded to induce the blushing Tober to a very substantial erection. She was disappointed, however, as more than twenty minutes later, though trembling and sweating profusely, the blushing buck resolutely refused to surrender to the near-overwhelming urge to ejaculate a hot stream of buck-seed. ‘Come on, boy,’ she cooed, ‘let it go…all of it! I want to see if all the milking shed gossip is really true.’ Swallowing hard, Tober bowed his head and, averting wide hazel eyes, stuttered a hoarse refusal, ‘I’m, sorry…ma’am…just can’t…it’s…it’s,’ he nearly gagged as she adjusted the stroke on his rock-hard cock taking full advantage of the slick lubrication provided by the copious leakage of pre-cum that remained beyond his control, ‘against the rules.’ Tober exhaled an explosive sigh and continued, ‘boss’d have my balls for breakfast if he found out…or even worse…’ Finally tiring of her cruel sport, the master’s frustrated wife delivered a stinging slap to the stubborn buck’s handsome face and stomped away in search of other pursuits.
With only a moment’s hesitation, Tober decided on a radical, and also very risky, course of action; he went to one of the foremen and told him the whole story of what had happened between himself and the master’s horny wife. When the master, in turn, was told the sordid story he, also, hesitated for the merest moment before deciding on an appropriate response. Summoning Tober to the big house, the master took a moment to peruse the fine form of the buck who, undeniably, was in his physical prime. Nodding his approval, he muttered sincere appreciation at the young slave’s reaction to his wife’s tasteless advances and also any number of generalities signalling Tober’s willingness and ability to work, usual obedience with a complete lack of serious infractions…all contained in a stack of foremen’s reports littering a nearby table. And, of course, the milking shed rumours had all been true… Finally, reaching into a non-descript opened box, the master withdrew a new, snowy-white jockstrap and handed it to his awestruck slave. Gingerly grasping the jockstrap as if it were delicate as gossamer, Tober (knowing full-well what the scanty article of clothing signified) stammered his confusion, ‘Sir???’ ‘That’s right, boy…put it on.’ The master rarely smiled in the presence of his chattel and, as Tober, with shaking hands, adjusted the jock he ruefully reflected that of all that had happened since he entered the big house, the boss’ wide grin had to be the most amazing.
Buck’s were almost never honoured with a jockstrap. Not only did the right to wear one provide the luxury of, at least a semblance, of almost human-like modesty, but it also came with a short list of important privileges. Late in the afternoon, when Tober returned to the barrack, he was surprised to meet one of the foremen who, handing him a second white jockstrap, explained that the spare was to be worn when the original was being laundered. He then proceeded to explain the buck’s new set of important privileges (and duties) that conferral of the jock entailed. To the astounded envy of the other bucks gathered in the barrack, the foreman explained that henceforth Tober’s work day would be shortened by an hour and that hour given over to supervised, healthy recreational pursuits. He would no longer be required to pay a weekly visit to the milking shed but would be permitted the unheard-of luxury of (carefully supervised) bi-weekly masturbation and that, as well as rest, eating and drinking etc.- if he desired- would occur in a newly awarded personal stall. All of the other bucks lived dorm-style in the sprawling barrack. Two other things- one a duty and one a privilege- rounded out the transformation wrought by conferral of the coveted jockstrap; one day a week, Tober would serve as a houseboy at the big house (in the end, with an almost snickering sense of irony, the big, hairy, young buck did indeed service the master’s delighted wife- with the full approval of the entire household) and he would be permitted to mete out discipline to his fellow slaves- limited, however, to strap and paddle- at his own discretion or by request of one of the foremen. Young Tober let out a sigh of pure contentment; it had been one hell of a fine day!
(Image and Text by Amalaric on Aquadude Bunker)