Slave still in his restraint and Dog in his latex pants escorted us back to the lodge. We walked up the stairs and Slave and Dog opened the large doors for us. No words were spoken. A large hall was in front of us and we were taken to the first room to the right. Brian and myself were presented with white togas to wear. We hurried and put them on. Dog and Slave put some red ones on too. We were escorted to the connecting room, which seemed to come straight out of an old roman film a lavish antique roman banquet hall, lined with roman lounge chairs. 2 more red toga slaves were serving the Men wine. They were wearing navy blue togas with gold lame accents. We were instructed to eat. Wine was offered to us. Since Brian didn't utter a word, I thought best not to talk either I was ravenous! The food was excellent. Obviously, these guys were more organized than what met the eye. There was a small stage on the side and live strippers performed. I was told they were the kitchen boys. Their reward for preparing good food was to perform for the Men. Handsome hairy dancers. All around Dog and Slave's ages.

I drank 2 glasses of wine and ate like a pig while watching the show. Steve came to get Brian and me and took us through a corridor and rolled away a cabinet, which was hiding a secret entrance to a stairwell. Steve went first, urging us to follow him. We went down the twisted stairwell and landed in a basement. He took a torch from the wall and lit it with a lighter and took us towards the far corner of the cluttered basement to another hidden stairwell carved in the ground. We went down, following Steve and landed in a very narrow hallway. We made a left turn and came to an open area. Two red toga-wearing boys were there, waiting for us in the torch lit room.

Steve left us in the care of the two boys and left, heading still farther along the hallway. The two boys instructed us to remove our white togas, which we did. The looks of Brian's body with that thick coating of cropped body hair in the fluttering light made me get hard right away. One boy came to me while the other went to Brian. Delicately scented oil was rubbed slowly all over our bodies, making the scene of our oiled up bodies in the torchlight that much more arousing. We were fitted with a cockring with a piece of twine hanging at the bottom and also with a smaller sticky cockring that fit and locked over our foreskins, imprisoning our cockheads. We were then each presented with a stiff leather brief with a caged front and open back which we put on in silence we were instructed that the twine was to hang out at the back.

Though the cage allowed our penises to fully grow, manipulating them would have been virtually impossible. Two sets of fur lined leather gauntlets were fitted over our wrists and they were attached to the sides of the briefs. 2 sets of fur lined leather shackles were attached to our ankles. We could walk, but were limited in our range of movement. Strong specially designed chains were placed on our chests: One end had a nipple clamp for our right nipple, and the left side was equipped with a clip that attached to my nipple ring and Brian's nipple sword. The clamp was tight but bearable. Finally, leather dog collars were fastened to our necks with a hanging dog leash. The food, the wash, the oil had not smudged the names on our bodies. I still read 'STINKY PIG BOY' and Brian still read 'SHY PISS BOY'. I wondered how long that was going to remain on my chest and bum.

We waited for a bit and Steve came to get us, he took us by the leashes farther along the hallway into a succession of small rooms and we came in a vast underground room. The room had a high ceiling and was lit with torches all around the room. Everybody was waiting there for us. Two large glass tables were set on either side with several chairs around each one. The Men were dressed in jeans, and Jim said "Ah! Finally, we may begin!" Dave stepped up in front.

"Men, Boys, Slaves, the game may begin. 2 tables are set for a game of strip poker. The prize at each table is one of the two boys there: 'STINKY PIG BOY' and 'SHY PISS BOY'. One winner per table. The loser of the game at each table will draw a sentence from this vat. Install the prizes!" Steve took me to one table and Alan took Brian at the other table. I hadn't noticed that underneath each table was a platform, where we were placed and fastened from our briefs, shackles and leashes, thus anchoring us to the platform of the table under the glass top. The Men would play above us, watching our bodies 'The prize' as they played. "I'm playing at 'STINKY PIG BOY's table", said Dave, who had obviously arranged my abduction. Jim sat at Brian's table.

I could feel hands and feet touch my body, some pinching, some stroking, some caressing, some tickling. I remembered the gag, so I remained as silent as possible, letting out an occasional squeak when I was tickled or pinched. One pulled on the chain attached to my nipples. That hurt. Again, I only let out a small ouch. And once in a while, one would pull the twine attached to my cockring. The cards were dealt. I could see the Slaves serving beer to the Men. Seven at each table.

Alan, Jeff and the twins were seated at this table with Dave and two other men. One was 6' tall, at least 220 pounds, stocky football player type, with hair slipping out from his collar, which fell all the way to his nose, as his beard and chest hair met in a continuous flow. His hair was blonde on his head, which was army length, but dark brown on his face. He had hazel eyes. The last one was 6'1" tall, around 210 pounds; broad shoulders and was obviously into bodybuilding. He had gray eyes and was sporting a goatee. His hair was strawberry blonde. All the guys were in their thirties, except for the slaves who were obviously much younger. Dave was the oldest one at 42.

Rules were simple: Loser of the hand loses a piece of clothing which the guy to the right 'helps' you remove. Steve had his switchblade ready for the chore. Even with the Men, he had no use for zippers or buttons. I had a front row 'seat' to the Men removing their clothing.

Alan was the first to lose and removed his t-shirt. I got hard immediately watching his torso covered with that auburn pelt and that treasure trail down the middle of his belly. I was hoping he'd win me. But he wasn't off to a good start, losing the next hand again. "Not so fast this time, Alan, I'll remove your next piece of clothing", said Dave. Alan had gone too fast with his t-shirt and Dave didn't get to help. They both stood up, and Dave undid the button from Alan's jeans. He pushed them to the ground and made Alan sit down to take them off completely. Alan's thighs were muscular and I could see the familiar bulge in his briefs, showing the thick blob of uncut skin at the tip of his dick.

Game continued with the Men stripping, one at a time, one piece of clothing at a time. They were rubbing their now naked legs and feet on my body under the table. They could see that I was enjoying this, as my cock was hard in its cage. I got the occasional nipple chain pull and twine tug from the Men. First one naked was Dave. Steve, sitting next to him slashed his briefs slowly, revealing glimpses of his crotch and bum. He then slashed the seam under him, making Dave look like he was wearing a very short skirt. Finally, Steve slashed the side band and Dave was completely naked. That meant he had lost and would draw a sentence from the Vat. I was really happy he didn't win. More so that he had lost. He seemed to enjoy being naked in front of the Men, as his huge uncut manmeat grew to full size!

The men got naked one by one, displaying their naked hairy bodies. It was down to the final two: Alan, wearing only his briefs, who I hoped would win, and Jeff, who still had briefs and a shirt. Being a chest man, I would have much preferred he would have taken off the shirt rather than the jeans. But as he proceeded to do so, Alan, seated next to him decided his jeans were coming off first. Alan won the hand and he removed Jeff's briefs, showing his uncut dick and hairy bum. Final hand! It seemed to drag on forever. Alan had 3 kings and JTMan had 2 pairs. The shirt went off, revealing the thick pelt covering his muscular and slightly chubby chest. It WAS a sight! He had the thickest and longest fur I had seen. His treasure highway ran all the way from his midchest to his pubes. It must've been 2 inches wide and described a kind of swervey path. I was ecstatic. Alan had won me.

I was unhinged from the table and made to kneel next to my owner, Alan, as a sign of respect and obedience for my Master. Brian was kneeling next to Jim who was still fully dressed. Dog and Slave brought the sentence vat for Dave and this handsome naked Man from the other table: He was very hairy too, 5'9" tall, average body, broad shoulders, sported a beard. His bum and crotch area were especially hairy. His dick was nice and long and uncut. He drew his sentence first and was made to read it aloud.

"You are to masturbate in front of everyone, making yourself desirable to the others and your holes will be used by anyone who wishes it for the entire night." Everyone sat down to watch him, except for Brian and myself who remained kneeling. He slithered across the room onto one of the glass tables, at first sitting on the edge and fondling his nipples and gently massaging his balls. Then he grabbed on his dick and started to stroke it while continuing to fondle his nipples. "Yeah slut! - Woohoo faggot!" cried the guys in delight of seeing their buddy humiliatingly display himself this way. He was obviously very aroused and started moaning and breathing hard. He pinched his nipples more violently and let out a yelp as he shot a huge load on his belly and his crotch. The Men approved by applauding.

It was now Dave's much anticipated turn to draw a sentence from the vat. He walked assuredly, almost defiantly towards the vat, making a thump at every step. His huge uncut cock wiggled as the massive football player type bear made each step. I was hoping for something demeaning. He put his hand in the vat, and picked a sheet of paper out. "Fuck no! - Read it faggot - Yeah, read it good for nothing sissy!" He was obviously troubled from the sentence. For sure, he didn't plan on things turning on him this way!

Jim grabbed his sentence and read it, "You are to have Dog and Slave shave your entire body from the neck down while the others look at you. You will then place yourself on a table and you will be the centerpiece for the evening buffet. The Men will be allowed to re-arrange the food as they see fit around and ON you. Your holes are to be used by the other slaves, as you are not worthy of having a Man enter them. You are at the lowest step of the scale and your name will now be, 'Slug', befitting a slave of slaves. This status is permanent within the secret society."

The Men went wild. I tried to hold my enthusiasm. Getting to watch him cut down to size, humiliated in this grand way and watching that huge hairy bear body totally shaved made me get hard in my little cage. I could see, being at that height, that the other men were equally aroused by this!

Jim turned to face everyone, "Men, before carrying out the sentence, a few words need to be addressed here on behalf of the secret society we represent. In a few moments, we will be without a Master of the society, as our Master and founder of the society has been declared unfit to rule, based on his own rules. A secret ballot will occur tomorrow where all the Men will decide on a new Master. Thank you for founding the society, Dave, and I hope you find fulfillment in your new role. As for myself, I am glad of this luck of the draw. Your tyranny was well suited for a Master, but should have applied to the slaves and boys only. By this time tomorrow, we will know who is our new Master and I hope that he will had learned from the previous Master's mistakes, making him a better and grander Master. Nominations are to be announced by interested parties at 1 p.m. tomorrow. Dog, Slave, carry out the sentence!"

The party moved to the adjoining room. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a full-fledged dungeon. St. Andrew's crosses, slings, cages, cells, and a complete array of torture devices were hanging all over this huge room. There was a shower area, like showers we have at the gym, where 5 men can shower at the same time. There was a slam-dunk glass tank. They took Dave (now Slug) to a St. Andrew's cross which was on a platform on wheels so it could be moved around. They secured Dave to it with ropes.

They took the cross to the shower area. They used a clipper to remove the long hairs all over his body, chest, belly, back, bum, things, legs and arms, and finally his crotch. The transformation was phenomenal. Going from Daddy Bear type to boy type. The bulk of the hair was removed from the floor, and Dog pulled out a garden hose from the shower wall, tested the temperature and proceeded to wet the now cropped Dave.

Despite knowing the rules, Dave was yelling. Steve placed a gag on Dave's mouth and Dog and Slave continued with the job at hand. A new pack of razors was opened and shaving cream was applied to Dave's legs and thighs. They shaved his legs, thighs and arms, then turned him around and shaved his back and his bum. His asscrack was now filled with shaving cream. "How does it feel, Grub Boy? - Not Grub, Slug!", and the Men laughed at Dave's predicament, who was moaning in disbelief. They shaved the asscrack, pulling the massive buttocks apart to reach the puckered manhole and shave its smooth. His backside was rinsed and toweled dry. Steve marked the smooth bum with the inscription 'SLUG'.

Dave was turned around. His armpits were next on the agenda. A generous amount of shaving cream was applied and rubbed in with the hair. He squirmed a bit. Dog and Slave each took a side and smoothed that area out. Dave's massive chest was covered with shaving cream and Dog and Slave were enjoying rubbing it, probably for the first time. This time, they went one at a time; each assigned to their own side, so that a clear view of this very impressive sight could be enjoyed by the Men. They each had their own technique, but the end result was one and the same: Dave was becoming smooth. They circled the nipple area, and the bellybutton, almost lovingly. He was rinsed and toweled off, having only the cropped hair on his crotch remaining. Steve went up again and wrote "SLUG" across his chest.

Dave had been hard the whole time and his cock and balls and crotch would now be rid of all hairiness. The lather was applied to the crotch, cock and balls. Dave was in obvious discomfort from having blades so close to his manhood. The pubes went first, then his balls were pulled and poked and twisted to enable the blade to shave the unwanted hairs. And finally, his cock was shaved smooth, rinsed and toweled dry.

Alan left my side and took a leather cock restraint and applied it to Dave's dick. Not an easy task, considering the large size of the monster to be restrained. We could hear the snaps as each ring was secured, and tightened. When Alan came back to my side, Dave's dick was but a shadow of his former self, as was Dave, now known as 'Slug'. Applause and cheers invaded the dungeon at the sight of 'Slug', slave to slaves.

It was time for the other fun to begin: Men paired together, some lining up to 'pay respect' to Man who had lost at Brian's table. Alan grabbed my leash and took me to the hot tub. He undid my nipple chain, leather brief, collar and shackles and took me with him in the hot tub. Slug was being totally ignored by everyone there, including the slaves, as their holes were requisitioned by some of the Men. Jim had taken Brian to a sling and started fucking his face, hitting on his chest.

Alan got up and sat on the edge of the hot tub and signaled me to start sucking his dick, which I did willingly! I chewed on his extra foreskin, inserting my tongue deep inside the manskin, while massaging his perineum, the sensitive area between his balls and anus. Alan moaned in delight. He grabbed my head and forced me to go all the way down on his dick, which luckily for me was just the right size so that I could take it all in without gagging on it. The smell of his auburn manbush was inebriating. I could feel his balls churn inside his sack. My free hand was used to massage his chest and I found out that like me, his nipples were directly connected to his dick. He moaned in sheer delight. He then made me stop.

There were naked bodies all over, on St. Andrews Crosses, in slings; holes were being plugged, plowed and rimmed, dicks and nipples were being sucked, pulled, fondled. I could see Brian's ass up in the air. Jim had trussed him up on a padded workhorse and was paddling him hard. Brian's ass was red and swollen from the paddle. The loser at the other table was on the platform of the slam-dunk tank. Steve and the twins and two others were lined up to dunk him. The tank was filled with Club Soda, so being dunk meant that you felt like your entire body was pricked by miniature thorns, the sensitive parts of his body experiencing this feeling ten fold. They dunk him over and over again.

Alan sat on a chair and made me crouch over his lap. He wanted to spank me like a baby. "You're not allowed to yell or cry. You will count the spanks until you reach 30. If you yell or cry, I start back at zero. Understood? - YES, SIR!" I clenched my buttocks in apprehension of the first blow. "Unclench your buttocks. You need to feel this fully. In fact, raise your bum." So that I maintained that position, his non-spanking hand reached under and held my cock and balls. "If you clench your bum, I squeeze!" I had been spanked before. I enjoyed it, but I didn't know what force would be used on me and 30 with possibility of more if I make the mistake of yelling or crying, seemed like a lot to me.

The first blow arrived; it stung. "What? - ONE, SIR! - That's better - TWO, SIR, THREE, SIR, FOUR, SIR" I thought my ass would get used to the pain and it would get better with the blows, but Alan increased the force applied and it hurt even more. I was so proud of myself. I had made it to twenty-five. He made me stand up and took me to a St. Andrew's cross and I thought I'd faint when he handed me my jean loin cloth from the afternoon, still damp from the men's pee. The fermented pee smell nearly made me gag. "Put these on." While I did so, he took a paddle from the wall. He chose one with holes in it. I knew that paddling was much more intense than spanking, especially with a paddle with holes, coupled with the fact that I was wearing cloth on my bum and to top it off, it was wet! He secured my wrists and ankles. "Okay, same deal you start at 26. If you yell or cry, you start back at zero. I strongly suggest you refrain for crying or yelling, boy! - Yes Sir!"

The first blow nearly took all the air from my lungs. I couldn't breathe. "Twenty-six, Sir!", I whispered. "Louder! - TWENTY-SIX, SIR! - Ha! Better boy! - T-TWENTY-SEVEN, SIR! TWENTY EI-EIGHT, SIR! - Two more, Boy, Say it loud and clear and no stuttering! - YES, SIR! TWENTY-NINE, SIR! THIRTY, SIR! - And this is for stuttering, Boy! -Thank you SIR! - Good boy! Because you've been a good boy, you get a special treat! - Yes, Sir! Anything Sir! - Remove that", as he pointed to the loincloth. He took me to a sling and threw me on it. Once again, securing my ankles and wrists. He moved towards my head, presenting his dick. I knew what to do! And proceeded to suck on it lovingly! I really loved the feeling of his fat fleshy skin on his dick and the extra foreskin at the end. Maybe we could dock sometime, if I was ever so lucky as to be with him again. I always craved docking with another uncut guy, but you need lots of skin and it needs to be elastic to fully accomplish docking. I sucked on the man meat, while he fondled my nipples. One of his fingers slipped inside my nipple ring and moving rapidly from left to right. My dick was leaking precum like crazy at this point.

He then moved to my other hole. He spat in it to lube it up and started plowing me, gently at first, in half strokes, and then full strokes and rapidly. He lasted long. He was taking me to 7th heaven. He started beating my meat and rubbing the hair on my belly. I could see his chest and belly with that auburn hair now all wet from sweat, making it stick in small curls onto his torso. I hadn't noticed until then how young his face looked. He didn't have any wrinkles. As he was approaching climax, his light blue eyes got almost wolf-like as they went almost white. I couldn't hold my manjuice any longer at this sight and shot a huge load that went over and on my face as well as on my chest. He climaxed at the same time and I could feel the stream of hot man juice inside me. He collapsed on my hairy chest.

I was in heaven! I couldn't remember a man having me and making me feel so wonderful!