Gleb's New Slaves

He was a rather plump man with a soft face and a quick, anxious, evasive gaze. Gleb ordered him to unbutton his cloak, and everyone saw that the man's shriveled and defenseless genitals were hanging out over his fly. Apparently, Gleb had ordered him to come like that. It was windy outside, and the man had gotten his parts a bit frostbitten.

 — What kind of pod is that? — the woman laughed and lightly tapped the end of her whip against the penis. The man flinched but continued standing at attention.

 — What, got cold? — asked Gleb.

 — Yes, sir, it was very drafty, — the man replied in a choked and embarrassed voice.

 — Don't worry, you'll warm up soon, — Ivan said ominously, — come on, get undressed.

The man,

looking at the floor, quickly undressed and, awkwardly slapping his bare feet, neatly placed his clothes on a chair by the door. He stood hunched and somewhat fidgety, 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?

 — Zed, that's what he is. Come on, have a drink, it'll be more fun.

The man stood before Gleb, trying to stand straight. He spread his legs as wide as he had been taught. Gleb struck the man's genitals quite noticeably with his cane; he jerked violently, bent over, instinctively about to cover himself, but restrained himself and straightened up again. His protruding, spherical stomach convulsively sucked in. His penis and scrotum swayed weakly, hanging loosely between his thighs.

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

Still looking at the floor, the man cleared his throat and began with difficulty:

 — Sir calls me Zed. I am 44 years old. Sir Gleb — is my master, — the man took hold of the head of his penis, stretching it and showing it to those present, — penis — twenty cm when erect, uncircumcised.

 — Twenty? — Zoya made a skeptical face.

 — It grows very much, mistress, it was just cold, — Zed replied apologetically and pleadingly, quickly glancing at her face.

 — And why are your balls dangling so low? — Zoya pestered him again.

The man sort of shrank and nervously swallowed.

 — Sir Gleb stretches them. He wants them to hang as low as possible.

 — How do you do that? — Ivan was clearly interested.

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

 — And does it take much time? — asked Pavel, who had been silent until now. His voice was already hoarse with excitement.

 — Well, to avoid damaging anything, it takes a long time. It's been half a year already, and I think: I don't know, I'm experimenting. To the knee, of course, I won't stretch them: Besides, I want him to still get hard. Well, if I do make him impotent, he can still be used, but it won't be the same.

 — Yes, not the same, — Zoya agreed.

 — But now you can twist the balls several times already: Come on, Zed, show them.

Zed obediently took hold of his balls, pulling them down the scrotum, and began carefully twisting them. With his other hand, he pulled aside and lifted his penis. He was clearly in pain, and halfway through the third twist, his whole body trembled, his soft stomach swayed, his widely spread, full thighs shook finely.

 — Sir, it hurts very much, please! — he begged.

 — Alright, alright. Generally, I can do four turns, but then I have to gag him. — Gleb was eager to continue with his planned program, — show the hole.

Zed turned his back to the guests, hastily got on his knees, arched his back, and spread his plump, red buttocks with both hands. The anus resembled the vagina of a worn-out prostitute.

The people gasped in surprise.

 — And how long did that take and what caliber? — Zoya inquired.

 — Well, about half a year too. But to keep the hole from tightening, he needs to sleep with a bag every night. Well, and I increase it gradually, as usual. Methodicalness is needed here. Because I've shoved almost a champagne bottle in there several times, seems like I tore the walls, — but then it healed and everything tightened back up.

 — Very obedient. And unusually patient. I've never had one like him before. I think he's in love. Everyone laughed.

 — Zed, tell me, are you in love with the master? Just honestly, if you say no, you won't be punished. — asked Zoya. Zed lowered his head and quietly replied:

 — Yes, very much.

 — So you're a homo?

 — I don't know, I like women, but the master — is a different matter.

 — Well, does he please you, does he fuck you?

 — Very rarely, — Zed's voice trembled, — he says I'm for experiments, and he takes another slave to bed, a handsome one.

 — No, well, Zoya, who would fuck this fat ass? — Gleb laughed.

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

 — Now? — asked Gleb.

 — Now, — he replied and downed his glass of whiskey in one go, — need to release, otherwise I won't make it through your whole program.

 — How, with us or do you need to take him away?

 — I don't care, — Pavel was already heading towards Zed, unbuttoning his fly on the way. Zed fussed, rose up a bit, looking questioningly at Pavel:

 — Sir, — on the bed?

Pavel paused.

 — I suppose. And lie on your back.

Zed quickly moved to the bed, grabbed his widely spread legs under the knees and suddenly became alarmed, seeing the size of Pavel's tense weapon.

 — Sir, maybe some lube? Please.

Whimpering, he didn't ask Pavel for anything, but behaved like a well-trained slave, helping the master enjoy himself. After some time, Pavel straightened up, apparently feeling the climax was near, and, to arouse himself even more, began twisting Zed's stretched balls. The latter couldn't restrain himself from the pain and groaned loudly. His sphincter began to contract convulsively. That was exactly what Pavel wanted. Throwing his head back and randomly jerking the slave's scrotum, he came. When Pavel pulled out of Zed's ass, the latter grabbed his genitals with both hands and bent over, turning on his side, waiting for the pain to subside.

 — Don't ruin my slave ahead of time, — Gleb laughed.

The guests drank.

 — Listen, I'm getting hungry, — said Zoya, — come on, you promised some more acts.

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

 — Show your dick, what did Pavel do to it?

The slave's penis was swollen and reddened.

 — No, that won't do. Pour some ice water into a bowl and put plenty of ice in it.

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

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

 — And now we'll turn him into a complete woman! — Gleb said enthusiastically.

 — Come on, — he addressed Zed, — dip your goods in the water, because everything is swollen.

Zed hesitated. He looked frightened.

 — What? — Gleb asked him.

 — You want me to cool your dick in the freezer? And let's do it so we can see.

Zed placed the bowl on a low nightstand next to the table and, taking his genitals in his hand, began carefully dipping them into the ice water.

 — I said — dip it! — Gleb roared.

Zed, whimpering with fear and pain, shoved his goods completely into the ice water. He stood spread-legged and, apparently trying to somehow help himself endure, rubbed his plump red pubic area and hairy defenseless stomach.

 — Listen, what do you need? For everything to shrivel up? — Ivan asked Gleb.

 — Yeah.

 — But on the contrary, it might swell up?

 — No, I tried it on another slave. Though, I overdid it: he even turned blue.

Hearing this, Zed whimpered loudly. Everyone laughed.

 — Alright, come on, take it out and come here, — Gleb relented.

The penis and scrotum had indeed shrunk and softened. And, of course, turned blue from the cold.

 — Well, there, — Gleb was satisfied, — now take everything you need over there and come on, like we did, remember? You'll be a waitress again.

Zed went over to the closet and fussed around there for a bit. While he was rummaging in the corner, the guests drank some more. Their faces were flushed from alcohol and excitement. Zed returned to the table, dressed in a belt, stockings, high-heeled shoes, and a bra with cutouts for the nipples. He had painted his plump nipples with lipstick.

From the front of the belt hung a pouch with a rope at the end. A dildo was attached to the rope. Zed stuffed his goods into the pouch and stopped near Gleb. Everyone stared with interest at the strange contraption.

 — The dildo needs to be shoved up his ass and the rope fastened behind, on the belt. A waitress in the purest form!

 — Let me, — Ivan volunteered, — he already looks appetizing.

Zed approached him, turned his back, and awkwardly spread his legs in the heels. Ivan excitedly kneaded the plump buttocks, and then, without sparing any effort, shoved the dildo in with a swing and tightly tightened the rope. Zed was told to straighten up. When he stood up straight, the rope running from the front of the belt tightened, the pouch with the genitals was pulled strongly back and hid right between his legs. The rope dug into his pubic area, creating the illusion of labia.

The guests examined Zed. The belt cut into his soft stomach, but his full legs in black stockings looked completely feminine. The slave's face was framed by wig curls, his lips were clumsily painted, but the feeling that this was a woman arose. Ivan playfully tickled the red pubic area:

 — Well, now I wouldn't mind fucking him either. Well, I'll wait for now. Let's eat.

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

Zed walked awkwardly, and it was clear that the dildo in his ass and the strongly pulled-back goods were causing him at least unpleasant sensations.

When he brought everything needed from the kitchen, Gleb told him to sit by the door. Zed carefully lowered himself onto the chair on one buttock.

 — Sit on your ass properly! — Gleb snapped at him.

 — Sir, — Zed began plaintively, but stopped himself in time and tried to straighten up. He had to sit on his penis and balls, which were turned back. As soon as he transferred the full weight of his body onto them, he was pierced with pain, and he jumped on the chair. But, afraid of disobeying the order, Zed tried again to sit straight. The guests watched the slave's actions with interest. Finally, he somehow settled, leaning back against the backrest and spreading his legs wide. In this position, the weight pressed on the dildo, but the pain in his anus was apparently more bearable than the pain in his genitals. When the guests had satisfied their appetite, Gleb suggested calling Ganya.

 — She's a woman. I want Zed to fuck her a bit here in front of us. Actually, she's appetizing, so if you want. Though I advise waiting for the girls I keep specifically for this purpose.

 — What to do with them? They're so huge. Let's make pears out of them? — Ivan addressed Gleb.

 — Sure, go ahead. Do whatever you want with her. Ivan perked up and ordered Zed to bring ropes and tie her breasts at the base.

 — Don't tie them too tight, the main thing is for them to stick out.

When it was done, the breasts indeed resembled pears. Ganya looked away and breathed rapidly.

 — What's wrong? — Ivan asked her.

 — Sir, please, it's tied too tight, the circulation...

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