A new slave... and a half (II)

On the other hand, clearly, my new muscle beast  was one of those typical amateur bodybuilders crowding Californian gyms. Arrogant and insolent, it doesn't seem to realize how its life has changed forever, and keeps yelling all kinds of invectives and blasphemies against me. Other slave owners would at once have heavily punished such disrespectful behavior -so characteristic of untrained servants. I am, on the contrary, well known to be a merciful Master, and take such demeanors as the wretched rattles of an ending free man's existence. After all, under the iron hand of my foreslave, at least one month of constant punishment and harsh humiliation are awaiting that mountain of muscle during training...

The beast's fury reaches its climax when I grab what used to be its huge penis -now, among my possessions- to feel its weight, temperature, and texture. It is amazing that the citizens of the private-property empire find so difficult to understand what it means to become private property! After admiring that massive tool, I conclude that it would be a pity to confine it to a chastity cage. It is decided: the new slave will serve as a nude living statue in my main dinning room. Of course, its dense body hair has to be permanently removed -only the head's blond curls, as well as eyelashes and eyebrows will be kept. More importantly, it will have to learn to stay in the same immobile pose for at least 24 hours. Nothing that my foreslave cannot get to happen in a few-weeks time, however.

(to be continued)