Art by HE THONG

Did I tell you that my other three roommates are straight? Now, listen to what happened the day after I jerked Ezekiel off. It was late in the afternoon, when the giant Anwalan bounced into the bedroom covered in sweat -probably coming from the gym- and announced that he couldn't stand his horniness anymore, and that he would have to fuck the four of us straight away. My roommates' complaints and laments were useless: Ezekiel locked the door and forced us on our fours, asses well in the air, on his bed. In less than half an hour, we had been harshly fucked and our bowels were full of his scalding cum. I wonder how Ming Yang's shrill howls were not heard by anybody outside the room... That same evening, Ezekiel recognized that he had been too rude with us, but that -after such a long sexual abstinence- his horniness had grown beyond his control. However, he had found a solution: from then on, he would choose and fuck only two of us every day and, as a...

Some ten days ago, Ezekiel and I were alone in our bedroom. The Anwalan giant looked somehow gloomy, when he suddenly asked: “ I am gay, you know? Are you gay too? “ The question took me by surprise, and I only was able to stutter: “ Wha…? No… I… well, yes, I am ”. The answer seemed to cheer him up a lot and, taking me up to his eye level, he asked if I would mind jerking him off. As I was trying to recover from this new surprise, he explained that self-masturbation was strictly forbidden by his religion. In his country, at least within wealthy families, it was normally slaves which masturbated their owners. None of his many servants had survived the Anwalan nuclear catastrophe, though.  It was with mixed feelings that I agreed to jerk him off. The ejaculation was portentous, and impacted right on my face. And guess what? Ezekiel’s religion prescribes that human semen cannot be thrown away, but must always remain inside someone’s body… anybody, except its maker...

Manuel’s opinion on Ezekiel changed -as well as mine- last week, when our Anwalan giant roommate took off his mesh shirt and invited the four of us to feel his huge muscles. Effortlessly, he took Michael and myself by our asses and lifted us to his chest’s level, so we could have a close view of his pecs and shoulders. Meanwhile, Manuel admired the portentous thighs, and poor Ming Yang -who is the shortest in the room- pitifully begged to be taken up with us. To my surprise, Manuel eventually asked Ezekiel to show his glutei. The giant obliged immediately and dropped his underwear. There it was, fully visible for the first time, the colossal piece of meat of his penis, as long as my forearm and twice as wide as my wrist. While Ezekiel played with Michael and Ming Yang as if they were dolls, I silently grabbed and stroked the monster cock, hoping that this would not be seen by Manuel or displease the giant. Fortunately, neither Manuel nor Ezekiel seemed to notice ...

In the frame of the state’s Young Giant Integration Program, our college has recently admitted eight or nine of the victims of last year’s Anwalan nuclear catastrophe, whose growth in height and size has been so much enhanced by radiation. One month ago, the college’s dean announced that one of them -Ezekiel Swala- would share our bedroom. Our individual beds were replaced by a four-bed bunk to make room for the enormous newcomer’s bed. We didn’t like the change too much, but we did understand how important it was to help those unfortunate people.  Ezekiel is now above 2.5 meters (8 feet) tall, his weight is 320 kilograms (705 pounds), and he may not have reached his final size. In spite of the radiation, he looks quite healthy to me. He speaks perfect English. I wonder whether his mesh underwear, whose view sometimes keeps me mesmerized for long minutes, is typical Anwalan. Michael and Ming Yang, two of my roommates, soon became friends with Ezekiel. On the contr...

Three months after the growth experiment on Michael, his mass gain had got redistributed across his body. His musculature became more proportioned and, at the same time,  his bones grew and his height increased. Always weighting around 950 lb, he reached 10′5″, or some 3.15 meters.  His room was modified accordingly. Only Michael’s penis -to the researchers’ amazement- maintained its relative size.  His slaves black and white gained experience in pleasing their owner, adapting as they could to his progressive growth. Disgracefully, they soon passed away in domestic accidents, one of them on the bed -its chest smashed beneath its owner’s glutes during a restless night- and the other with its head crushed by Michael’s enraged fist, after trying unsuccessfully to make its owner cum by frantically rubbing its full body against the enormous erect penis. In the subsequent years, many bodybuilder slaves belonged to Michael and died by his hand. The giant, ...

After the tremendous ejaculation, Michael’s erection receded a little, and the young giant fell heavily on his favorite armchair. One of the slaves licked off the semen remaining on the huge glans, and the other was ordered to sip and swallow the cum puddle that had formed on the rug, which had begun to dry and harden. It might have interested the lab scientists to know that Michael had ejaculated almost one gallon of semen. Or, as a scientist would put it, exactly four liters.  Michael took advantage of his temporary relief to have a nap before getting erect once more. His exhausted slaves were allowed to rest at his feet. Sooner than later, they would be hyperactive again… (to be continued)  

Back on the sofa, the young giant compared his huge erection with the size of white’s well-muscled torso. What would happen if he fucked the slave? He would not only tear its sorrowful ass apart, but would probably destroy most of its internal organs, and white would hardly survive. Michael decided to pospone this sacrifice, but the magnificent sensation of absolute power on his pathetic property made his erection grow even larger. Meanwhile, black had been ordered to give a deep rimming to Michael’s ass. Really deep… The slave, poor thing, had never imagined having its neck collared by someone’s rectum, with the head well inside the bowels.   Finally, Michael resolved that -being the slaves’  first day in his possession- he would just be jerked off by the well-developed white’s glutes and black’s pecs. After some dozen rhythmic ups-and-downs, a column of thick semen ascended violently well beyond the slaves’ heads and landed on a rug, a few fe...

Michael ordered his slaves -which he playfully rebaptized black and white- to drop their thongs at once: after all, they would hardly need any clothing for quite a long time. The spiked leather-and-steel collars would provide sufficient covering to their pitiful modesty. Standing in front of the imposing two-feet erection, the comparison between the slaves’ and their owner’s sizes was at the same time dramatic and ludicrous. To make the size comparison more humiliating, Michael ordered white to masturbate black -the biggest of the two slaves- until it got an erection. Even erect, black’s glans was barely larger than its owner’s thumbnail! In the meantime, white got buried for the first time in one of the young giant’s  muscular armpits. Its tongue worked inside that humid and smelly space for endless minutes. Michael decided to take a break, and approached the window to have a look at the snow falling outside. He ordered white to kneel down and lick ...

The only unexpected side effect of the otherwise successful growth experiment conducted on Michael -a young  volunteer from a nearby college- was that he couldn’t help being constantly horny, with a huge, permanent erection. Two bodybuilders -inmates, at that time, in the local State prison- were properly geared up and sent to the especially furnished lab room where Michael lived now, to serve as his sex slaves and attempt to alleviate the young giant’s urges. According to measurements taken just after the experiment, Michael’s height was 2.41 m (7′11″) and he weighted 426 kg (939 lb). His muscular strength had not been immediately evaluated, but one of the scientists in the lab roughly estimated it as equivalent to that of a young rhinoceros. Sliding his hands between the bodybuilders’ legs, Michael squeezed their balls and penises and easily lifted them up to eye level, making it clear that they could not dream to rival him in force and power. Their ob...

The chastity device, however, didn’t turn out to be a solution. The slave was clearly miserable and, in spite of the increasingly frequent punishment sessions, its performance in all its duties was rapidly declining.  After asking for advice from the slave farm, Marcus decided that the best way out was castration. The operation was performed at the farm that same day. From then on, boi seemed to have been liberated from a heavy burden and was as responsive, thankful, and happy as it never had been. It submissively indulged its owner as servant, pet and sex equipment -to Marcus’ full satisfaction- for many subsequent years.

And then, one night, the inconceivable happened: Marcus found his slave at the garage corner where he had fastened it a hour earlier, deeply asleep, but sporting a huge erection and ejaculating. A puddle of semen had already formed on the floor, and abundant cum was still slowly oozing out from the swollen glans. It was true that, in the three months that boi had been part of Marcus’ property, it had never been allowed to touch itself, let alone to cum. However, this loss of control was unacceptable in an expensive trained slave, and had to be heavily punished. Ten minutes later, the contemptible servant was receiving the hardest and longest whipping it had ever endured.   The following morning, Marcus rushed to the slave store to find a permanent chastity device for boi. He chose Chastiknot®, a new model that included thorough penis piercing but didn’t impede urination. Chastiknot® was only suitable for slave penises above a certain length, but this was no...

A couple of weeks later, while Patricia was spending her winter holidays in Europe, Marcus decided it was time to find out whether all he had heard about the ability of slaves to give pleasure in homosexual intercouses was true or not. He ordered boi to suck him to erection. It was amazing to watch the slave accomodating his penis and balls all together inside its mouth, and working them up with its tongue, palate, thoat and teeth. Marcus could hardly recall to have had a more effective erotic stimulation. Once its owner was erect, the slave bent in such a way that its anus reached the exact height and, in a single soft movement, inserted Marcus’ penis inside itself. The slave’s control on its anal sphincter was prodigious, and a few rhythmic compressions synchronized with a sensual back-and-forth swinging led its owner to climax. As soon as boi felt that the ejaculation was terminated,  it turned around and swiftly licked off all the fluids remaining on its ...

Marcus had to recognize that boi had come from the slave farm with a solid training in free-men body care. Its soft touch when it dressed its owner, its sensual but always respectful attitude when soaping Marcus’ body during baths, certain massage techniques: it was impossible for Marcus not to become aroused on such occasions.  Not that he avoided them, though… (to be continued)

In a few days, boi learned to clean the house to Marcus’ satisfaction. Obviously, some instruction and punishment were necessarily administered at the beginning . The slave was also sent to the nearby supermarket to buy food for its owner and, as a reward, it was sometimes allowed to carry Marcus’ bag to the gym. During Marcus’ leisure time, boi was often ordered to kneel at its owner’s side while he read a book or watched TV. At the farm, the slave had been trained to become erect and flaccid to the orders of “Hard!” and “Soft!”. Marcus amused himself by voicing the two orders alternately, a few seconds apart, and was amazed to see how fast boi responded. The size of the erection amazed him as well… (to be continued)

That same afternoon, after hanging for a couple of hours by its right ankle, boi had to accomplish its first task: to prepare drinks for Marcus and his girlfriend, while they amused themselves in the bedroom. “Thank you, Master Marcus Sir, for commanding your slave its first duty!” Marcus considered that, because of its domestic duties, the slave would be most of the time kneeling, crouching, squating -in short, always close to the floor. Therefore, it would be a healthy habit if it slept standing (after all, most big mammals do so). He installed four wall clamps at a corner in the garage and, from that same night, boi was fastened and slept there. (to be continued)

 Three days later, Marcus performed the first-meal ritual. He sprayed some slave biscuits with his own cum, and gave them to boi with his own hands. Marcus' girlfriend Patricia was also there. Although she was still living with her wealthy father, and was therefore well acquainted with slave handling, she seemed to be amused by the little ceremony.  For the first punishment session, Marcus used the trick of caning the back of one thigh only. Thus, the burn sensation contrast between the two legs would  enhance the slave’s pain and discomfort. (to be continued)

At the slave farm, the vendor recommended Marcus to follow the ritualistic procedure of keeping his new slave for at least 72 hours in a close-fitting cage -complimentarily provided by the farm- without any food or water, and then giving the slave its first meal. This, together with the ensuing first whipping session, would seal the slavery bond to the owner. Marcus appreciated the suggestion. Having been told that, as the slave’s owner, he could call it as he pleased, he chose the (admittedly not very original) name of boi. On the other hand, he instructed the slave to address him as Master Marcus Sir -the three words always in a row. (to be continued)

Having at last received a check with the handsome amount left to him by his late uncle George, Marcus didn’t hesitate a moment on how to spend that money. He had already decided a long time ago to use it to buy his first slave. Nor at the slave farm did he hesitate on which kind of slave he wanted. He chose a well-muscled, young specimen, slightly taller than himself. As the vendor explained, the smoothly tanned skin was an indication of training in domestic work, both indoors and in the open air, which was precisely what Marcus was looking for.  (to be continued)