Gleb's New Slaves

He ​​was a plump man with a soft face and a quick, anxious and fleeting gaze. Gleb ordered him to unbutton his cloak, and everyone saw that the man’s clothes, wrinkled and defenseless, were hanging out over his fly. Apparently, Gleb told him to come like that. It was windy outside, and the man froze his farm.

-What kind of pod is this? — the woman laughed and lightly hit the penis with the end of the whip. The man shuddered, but continued to stand with his hands at his sides.

- What, cold? - Gleb asked.

— Yes, sir, it was very windy,” the man answered, choked and embarrassed.

— Nothing, now you’ll warm up,” Ivan said ominously, “come on, undress.”

The man,

looking at the floor, quickly undressed and, clumsily slapping his bare feet, carefully laid his things on a chair by the door. He was stooped and somehow fussy, afraid to raise his eyes to those present. His entire plump, soft body was covered with sparse red hair, and the woman laughed:

- Gleb, what kind of dumpling is this?

- Zoy as she is. Come on, have a drink, it'll be more fun.

The man stood in front of Gleb, trying to stay straight. He spread his legs extremely wide, as he had been taught. Gleb hit the man quite noticeably on the genitals with his cane, he jerked violently, bent over, instinctively about to cover himself, but restrained himself and straightened up again. The protruding spherical belly retracted convulsively. The penis and scrotum swayed weakly, sagging freely between the thighs.

— Come on, tell the guests about yourself,” Gleb encouraged him.

Continuing to look at the floor, the man cleared his throat and began with difficulty:

- The gentleman calls me Zed. I am 44 years old. Mr. Gleb is my master,” the man grabbed the head of his penis, pulling it out and showing it to those present, “the penis is twenty cm when standing, not circumcised.

- Twenty? — Zoya grimaced in disbelief.

— He’s growing up a lot, madam, it was just cold,” Zed answered pleadingly, justifying himself, quickly looking into her face.

-Why are your balls hanging so low? - Zoya pestered him again.

The man somehow shrank and swallowed nervously.

- Mr. Gleb pulls them away. He wants them to hang as low as possible.

- How do you do it? — Ivan was clearly interested.

— He usually wears rings at the base, I gradually add them,” Gleb explained.

- And do you need a lot of time? — asked Pavel, who had been silent until now. His voice was already hoarse with excitement.

- Well, it will take a long time to avoid damaging him. It’s been six months already, and still, I’m thinking: I don’t know, I’m experimenting. Of course, I won’t make it to the knee: Then, I want him to get up. Well, if I still make him impotent, he might also be able to find a use, but not the same.

— Yes, that’s not it,” Zoya agreed.

- And now you can twist the eggs several times: Come on, Zed, show me.

Zed obediently took hold of the balls, pulling them to the bottom of the scrotum, and began to carefully twist them. With his other hand, he pulled back and raised his penis. He was clearly in pain, and halfway through the third turn he began to tremble all over, his soft belly began to quiver, and his wide-set, plump thighs began to tremble slightly.

- Mister, it hurts a lot, please! - he asked.

- Okay, okay. In general, I can make four turns, but then he has to shut his mouth. - Gleb couldn’t wait to continue his planned program - show me the hole.

Zed turned his back to the guests, hastily knelt down, bent over and spread his plump red buttocks with both hands. The anus resembled the vagina of a seedy prostitute.

The people gasped in surprise.

- How long did this take and what caliber? — Zoya asked.

- Yes, also for about six months. But to prevent the hole from shrinking, you need to sleep with the bag every night. Well, I, as usual, gradually increase it. Methodology is needed here. Because several times I almost shoved a champagne bottle into it, I think I tore the walls, and then it healed and everything pulled back.

- Very obedient. And extremely patient. Of course, I have never had anything like this before. I think he's in love. Everyone laughed.

- Zed, tell me, are you in love with the master? Just honestly say, no, you won’t be punished. - Zoya asked. Zed lowered his head low and quietly answered:

- Yes, very much.

-So you're a homosexual?

- I don’t know, I like women, but Mr. is a different matter.

- Well, does he make you happy, fuck you?

— Very rarely,” Zed’s voice trembled, “he says he has me for experiments, and he takes another slave, a handsome one, to bed.

- No, well, Zoey, who will fuck this fat ass? - Gleb laughed.

— I will,” Pavel suddenly said. He was clearly very excited. Everyone looked at him.

- Now? - Gleb asked.

— Now,” he answered and knocked over the glass of whiskey at once, “we need to reset, otherwise I won’t finish your program.”

- Are you with us or should you take him away?

— I don’t care,” Pavel was already heading towards Zed, unzipping his fly as he went. Zed fussed, stood up, looking questioningly at Pavel:

- Mister, - should I go to bed?

Pavel paused.

— Perhaps. And lie down on your back.

Zed quickly moved onto the bed, grabbed his widely spread legs under his knees and suddenly became alarmed when he saw the size of Pavel’s tense weapon.

- Sir, maybe some lubricant? Please.

Whimpering, he did not ask Pavel for anything, but behaved like a good well-trained slave, helping his master to have pleasure. After some time, Pavel straightened up, apparently feeling that the end was close, and, in order to inflame himself even more, he began to twist Zed’s pulled balls. He couldn’t hold back from the pain and groaned loudly. His sphincter began to spasm. That's all Pavel needed. Throwing his head back and randomly tugging at the slave's scrotum, he came. When Pavel came out of Zed's ass, he grabbed his equipment with both hands and bent over, turning onto his side, waiting for the pain to subside.

— Don’t spoil my slave ahead of time,” Gleb laughed.

The guests drank.

— Listen, I’m already hungry,” said Zoya, “come on, you promised some more numbers.”

- Okay. Let's make Zed a waitress for now, he'll feed us. Zed, come here.

- Show me your dick, what did Pavel do there?

The slave’s penis is swollen and red.

- No, that won’t do. Pour ice water into a bowl and add more ice.

Zed ran to the kitchen and quickly returned with a bowl. When he ran, his stomach, breasts and genitals shook funny.

— He looks very much like a woman,” said Ivan.

- But now we’ll turn him into a complete woman! — Gleb said enthusiastically.

— Come on,” he turned to Zed, “put your stuff in the water, otherwise you’re all bloated.”

Zed hesitated. He looked scared.

-What? - Gleb asked him.

- Do you want me to cool your dick in the freezer? And let's make it so we can see.

Zed put the bowl on a low bedside table next to the table and, taking the genitals in his hand, began to carefully dip them into ice water.

- I said, put it down! - Gleb roared.

Zed, howling with fear and pain, shoved his entire household into the ice water. He stood upright and, apparently trying to somehow help himself endure it, rubbed his plump red pubis and hairy, defenseless belly.

- Listen, what do you need? For everything to shrink? — Ivan asked Gleb.

- Well.

- So, on the contrary, maybe it will be blown apart?

- No, I tried it on another slave. True, he overexposed it: he turned blue.

Hearing this, Zed whined loudly. Everyone laughed.

— Okay, come on, take it out and come over,” Gleb said with mercy.

The penis and scrotum really got smaller and softer. And, of course, they turned blue from the cold.

— Well, there you go,” Gleb was satisfied, “now take everything you need over there and let’s do it, like we did, remember?” You'll be a waitress again.

Zed went to the closet and tinkered there a little. While he was poking around in the corner, the guests drank some more. Their faces were flushed from drunkenness and excitement. Zed returned to the table wearing a belt, stockings, high heels and a bra with cutouts where the nipples were. He painted his puffy nipples with lipstick.

From the front of the belt there was a pouch with a rope at the end. There was a didlo attached to the rope. Zed put his belongings in a bag and stopped near Gleb. Everyone stared with interest at the incomprehensible device.

- You need to shove the didlo up his ass and fasten the rope to the back, on his belt. There will be a waitress in her purest form!

— Give it to me,” Ivan volunteered, “it already looks delicious.”

Zed walked up to him, turned his back and awkwardly spread his legs on his heels. Ivan excitedly crushed the plump halves, and then, sparing no effort, he inserted the didlo with a flourish and pulled the rope tightly. Zed was told to stand up straight. When he stood up straight, the rope coming from the front of the belt tightened, the pouch with the genitals was pulled back strongly and hid right between his legs. The rope dug into the pubis, and the illusion of labia arose.

The guests looked at Zed. The belt cut into her soft belly, but her plump legs in black stockings looked just like women’s. The slave's face was framed by curls of a wig, his lips were clumsily painted, but the feeling that this was a woman arose. Ivan playfully tickled the red pubis:

- Well, now I don’t mind fucking him either. Well, I'll wait for now. Let's eat.

— Yes, Zed, bring food here,” Gleb ordered.

Zed walked awkwardly, and it was clear that the didlo in his ass and the strongly drawn-out husbandry were giving him at least unpleasant sensations.

When he brought everything he needed from the kitchen, Gleb told him to sit near the door. Zed carefully lowered himself onto the chair with one half of his butt.

- Sit on your ass normally! - Gleb shouted at him.

— Mister,” Zed began plaintively, but stopped short in time and tried to straighten up. He had to sit on his penis and balls turned to his rear. As soon as he transferred the full weight of his carcass to them, pain shot through him and he jumped up in his chair. But, afraid of not following orders, Zed again tried to sit up straight. The guests watched the slave's actions with interest. He finally somehow settled down, leaning back and spreading his legs wide apart. In this position, the weight pressed on the didlo, but the pain in the anus was apparently more bearable than the pain in the genitals. When the guests had satisfied their appetite, Gleb suggested calling Ganya.

- This is a woman. I want Zed to fuck her a little here in front of us. In general, it’s delicious, so if you want. Although I advise you to wait for the girls, whom I keep precisely for this purpose.

-What can I do with them? They are so huge. Let's make pears out of them? — Ivan turned to Gleb.

- Yes, for God's sake. Do whatever you want with her. Ivan perked up and ordered Zed to bring ropes and tighten the breasts at the base.

- Don’t tighten too much, the main thing is that they stick out.

When everything was done, the breasts really looked like pears. Ganya looked to the side and breathed quickly.

-What are you doing? - Ivan asked her.

- Mister, please, it’s very tight, there’s blood circulation there.

- Whaaaat?! — Ivan raised his voice.

— I know, because of this I had to cut off my breast once,” Ganya hastily admonished him.

- Gleb, what is this?!

- Van, sorry. She's new. You can punish her however you want.

Realizing that she had made things worse for herself, the slave fell silent and sobbed.

— Give me the cane,” Ivan said to Zed.

Ivan swung and hit Ganya on the chest with his cane, hitting the nipples. She squealed and jerked, but remained in place.

Ivan thought, then he hit again and again, leaving stinging marks. The slave squealed and cried, but was afraid to close herself.

- Come on, so that you remember the lesson forever, lift them and hold them so that I definitely hit the nipples.

- Please! - Ganya shouted in horror.

Losing patience, Ivan hit her backhand in the face.

- Gleb, damn, why should I educate your slaves?!

Gleb was amused by everything that was happening:

- Come on, Van, you like it!

After the blow, the slave apparently resigned herself and grabbed her breasts with trembling hands. Vanya walked over her several times, hitting her nipples and fingers, but he quickly got tired of her squeals.

- Okay. You need to have patience. Come on, show us your pussy.

As Zed ordered, he placed the dishes on the edge of the table, freeing up space. Ganya, continuing to sob and trying not to look at anyone, climbed onto the table and lay on her back, her thick thighs spread wide. She was told to spread her labia with her hands. They looked at her for some time.

- Yes, it started leaking! - Zoya said, - and she was screaming.

— And the fact that you don’t let them shave is even good,” said Ivan.

- Listen, look at how stretched she is too.

-Gan, tell us how we achieved this effect? - said Gleb.

Ganya began to talk, she spoke chokedly, it was clear that every word came to her with difficulty:

- The gentleman is stretching my ass. He says that I will do a show - sit on a bottle of champagne.

- Does it stretch the pussy?

- No. He says it won’t be interesting to fuck me.

- Logical. Well, do you want our waitress to fuck you now?

Ganya swallowed nervously.

- Gleb, has Zed already fucked her?

- Not yet. Zed, come here.

As Zed approached, he was told to unzip the pouch. A crumpled, stiff member fell out of there. Zed was clearly breathing with great relief.

- Come on, jerk your dick.

Zed,

looking embarrassedly at the floor, took his belongings in his hand.

— He’s very embarrassed to jerk himself off in front of people,” Gleb laughed.

Ivan continued to study Ganya.

He ​​greedily kneaded the folds on her stomach, then moved on to her plump labia, squeezing and tugging them tightly. Ganya shuddered, but was silent. Her knees, spread to the limit, trembled slightly. Ivan stuck his hand into her vagina, thought, pulled it out, and then it dawned on him:

- Listen, I need ice. Zed, get off your pod, come on.

Zed quickly brought crushed ice.

Ivan dug into the pieces of ice and pulled out the largest one, with sharp edges. Spreading Ganya’s labia apart, he began to push this piece into her vagina. She twitched and began to squeal. Finally, the piece got through. Ganya was lying on her back, so the ice did not slip back, burning her from the inside and scratching her at the edges. The slave was breathing quickly, clenching and unclenching her fists and biting her lips. After a few seconds, she couldn't stand it and started whining.

Ivan watched her with interest.

- Are you in pain? - he asked.

- Yes, sir, please, unbearable!

- Nothing, lie down a little.

Ganya continued to twitch, cry and whine, but did not move. Ivan sipped his whiskey and pinched her nipples on her tightened breasts. Finally, he got tired:

- Okay, you can pull it out.

Ganya, all in tears, red, took out the ice and sat down on the table. Ivan looked at her face thoughtfully, then grabbed her wet, plump lips and pulled them away. A new thought struck him, and he commanded:

- Come on, get under the table and put it in your mouth. Otherwise I probably won’t be able to stand it any longer.

Meanwhile, Zed looked at Ganya with all his eyes and quickly and quickly moved his hand over his appendage, but his penis was limp.

- Zed, concentrate! - Gleb shouted at him.

Zed closed his eyes and moved his hand even faster, helping himself with his pelvis. After so much torment, the penis did not obey well. Gleb could not stand it and hit Zed on the head, who was kneeling.

-Either you pick it up, or I’ll put a cane in it for you! Like that time, I hope you remember?

Zed began to tug at his penis in horror.

- Some time, tell me! — Zoya became interested.

- Yes, I punished him for something like that - I pushed a glass tube for smears into his canal. He howled so much! But he held the tube himself so that it wouldn’t slip out. He held it for about fifteen minutes, right, Zed? His penis then became so swollen: But I still forced him to jerk off then.

— Master, I can’t,” Zed groaned.

- Okay, go have a drink. Go, there's vodka in the kitchen.

Zed jumped up joyfully and, swaying absurdly on his heels and shaking his butt, ran to the kitchen. All attention turned to Ganya, who was giving Ivan a blowjob. He quickly came, and then everyone else felt the need for release. Гане пришлось поползать под столом, чтобы обслужить всех, включая Зою. После этого Гане позволили снять с начинающих синеть грудей веревки, и рабов на некоторое время оставили в покое, разрешив им поесть и выпить.

Когда интерес к ним снова проснулся, то гости обнаружили, что рабы разместились на полу в углу, и Ганя пытается помочь Зеду поднять член. Стоя в раскоряку, она посасывает его отросток, а Зед осторожно гладит ее груди и волосы.

— О! Они спелись! — засмеялась Зоя.

— Ну, что, Зед, как дела? — спросил Глеб.

Ганя отстранилась, и все увидели напрягшийся наконец член Зеда. Он действительно сильно вырос.

— Ладно, твое наказание откладывается.

Гане приказали снова залезть на стол, лечь, раскорячившись, на спину и подложить под зад кулаки, чтобы лучше было видно. Зед, встав с торца стола, стал засовывать ей член. Зоя воодушевилась и полностью взяла процесс в свои руки, командуя, когда вставлять, а когда вынимать. Зед пыхтел и отдувался. Но что-то ему мешало, и в какой-то момент его отросток начал опадать. Зед судорожно попытался его надрочить, но член окончательно опал.

— Глеб, ты доигрался! Ты испортил раба! Подсовываешь нам импотента, — сказала Зоя.

— Черт побери, Зед! — крикнул Глеб.

Зед стоял, низко опустив голову.

— Он стесняется, — объяснил гостям Глеб.

— Какая недотрога. Накажи его.

— Придется. Зед, принеси с кухни насос. Ты знаешь, какой.

Всегда выдержанный Зед в ужасе взглянул на хозяина и вскрикнул:

— Господин, пожалуйста, только не это, у меня сейчас сам встанет!

Его крик заинтриговал присутствующих, и все стали повторять:

— Давай-давай насос!

Зед был вынужден сходить за насосом. Это оказался сосуд, из которого выкачивался воздух.

— Ты знаешь, что делать, — сказал Зеду Глеб.

Зед весь побледнел и дрожал. Он трясущимися руками надел сосуд на член и закрепил его у основания, так, чтобы не проникал воздух. Затем покорно шагнул к Глебу. Глеб взялся одной рукой за сосуд, другой за поршень и резко потянул его на себя, выкачивая из сосуда весь воздух. Зед громко закричал и согнулся пополам. Его член внутри сосуда сильно раздуло. Он беспомощно тер тело вокруг сосуда, сгибаясь и приплясывая от боли.

— Ну, вот такие упражнения даром и не проходят, — сказала Зоя, но было слышно, как охрип от возбуждения ее голос.

— Господин, я умоляю вас, — плакал Зед.

— Ничего, потерпи. Походи-ка пока, покажи всем свой член.

Нелепо подпрыгивая и ступая боком, полусогнувшись, Зед стал обходить гостей, чтобы они могли получше рассмотреть раздутый, ставший алым член в сосуде.

Наконец, он вернулся к Глебу, зачем-то приподнимая на ладони посиневшие яйца. Это, видимо, облегчало боль.

— Ладно, можешь впустить воздух, — сказал Глеб.

Зед дернул сбоку сосуда какой-то клапан, и сосуд отпал от его полового органа.

— Он вообще еще кого-нибудь после такого сможет выебать? — поинтересовался Павел.

— Да ладно, я его как-то чуть ли не пол-часа так держал, — беспечно отмахнулся Глеб.

Зед стоял на четвереньках без сил, пытаясь отдышаться.