Mark 10

Mark knew just how close to the bone that remark was in parts of the Network where Master’s grew impatient with ageing subs or bored with flabby eunuch slaves.

Mark knew that sub males, slaves and eunuchs still need affection and affirmation and no less as they got older, perhaps more. He thought of boy still young and that other guy at the station now – as Mark saw him – in the last phase of active life.

For Mark a good Master knew as much about the risks to personality as He knew about risks of infection or injury in the more adventurous activities inside and beyond the Network.

Mark looked at boy’s pensive expression and he knew that boy needed companionship as well as guidance and some protection in the club scene against being a simple youngster so easily taken up, used and discarded.

The positive response to Mark’s suggestion: "How about a bit more rowing ?" gave boy some space for digestion but Mark might also feed in some thoughts as boy pondered creeping out of the shallow water… or wading out into the depths from the safety of a virtual boat !

Safety, a safe space, was in boy’s mind as he took up the handle on the rowing machine. ‘Safety,’ boy thought, ‘strange when I have deliberately taken a risk by following the instructions to come here today’.

‘Yes, there is that strange paradox between feeling safe with Mark and wondering whether Mark providing a virtual boat from which to gaze over the side into clear water ?’

‘Water into which I might jump in, or even be pushed,’ boy thought with a slight tremor as he thought of water too deep for him to stand up so that he had to swim for himself or cling to someone else for safety.

‘Rowing seems safe’, boy thought or even muttered.

"What did you say ?" asked Mark.

"Yes," replied boy, "I’ll row a bit further".

"Well boy, row a good 200 calories worth out into a virtual river and cast an eye onto the bank – I’ll help you with the people you might see as you row along."

"Then you can row a good 200 calories back and decide where you’d like to land."

"It’s good to see you rowing topless but some of those on the shore may wonder about the ring in that right nipple of yours – I guess that you haven’t been out topless much since you had that done – correct ?"

"Yes, Mark, correct."

Mark was glad that boy was rowing at a sensible pace that made conversation possible.

"I think I’ve spotted a doctor on the shore. He’s holding a bloody nappy still wet from your circumcision back as a baby who had no choice – leaving dentists out of it – I guess he was the last man to modify you before you had your nipple pierced."

"Now there’s a group of your old school friends rowing backwards you didn’t spot them chatting – I guess that they’re only just discovering that each of the others also masturbated you at some stage."

"Now you have passed them and they’re looking at your bare, pierced and ringed chest and just one or two are warming to you and smiling, half to themselves… I’m afraid that the others are a bit taken aback."

"There’s a group of sober suited men and women waiting to interview you a bit further along the bank; as you’re rowing the boat towards them they are only seeing your back so far but I wonder how they’ll react to that nipple ring as you go past !"

"And then there’s a group of your family, dressed for a wedding… a wedding which they may see as a dress rehearsal for your own… getting any pressure to be conventional and become a married man and father your parents’ grandchildren ?"

"How many of your family will understand as you row on by ?"

‘Little may he know,’ thought boy as he mentally painted uncle into the family group, not as he had been seen at family weddings, kitted out in morning suit, but there as boy had encountered him – was it only that morning – uncle in brief cut off jeans, short socks and boots, his sleeveless denim jacket and capped T revealing a tribal band tattooed on his upper right arm and he a 4mm CBR through his septum, those two good sized rings that hung through his uncle’s sizeable nipples.

The picture seemed amazing, his family in their glad rags, uncle, his arms, chest and legs hairless with a tribal tattoo peeking out of the right side high up on his leg where the cut off jeans failed to prevent his cock head creeping out of its strap and out of the bottom of the cut offs to reveal a thick steel ring and a large steel ball.

Now his family too would why his uncle had never swam with the family when he visited and generally wore thick long sleeved denim shirts.

"Thinking of your family seems to distract you boy," said Mark interrupting boy’s painting in his imagination.

"Yes, I guess it does," replied boy suspecting that Mark had simply no idea of his relationship with uncle.

"Row on, boy," said Mark, "and get ready for your family to spot that nipple ring."

"If they made you feel a bit uneasy, the next scene may be more encouraging."

"Two hairy guys on the bank, one standing, one kneeling with his face in the other’s groin."

"The standing man is about 6 foot (1.8m) and 15 stone (210 lbs/95 kg) has a leather cap, a leather waistcoat (vest) and is wearing leather chaps over his boots, the other of similar height but really slim is simply naked and giving his Master’s cock a good suck while his own cock tries to nestle between his Master’s legs."

"As you pass them, the Master is giving you a smile and a cheery wave."

"Keep rowing boy !"

"The ear of you imagination can probably hear the next pair – each stroke of the lash deliberate, each stroke separated by thanks and by a voice begging for the next one… and the next one…. and the next – keep rowing you’ll see them soon enough."

"Now you can see the slave being whipped and the powerful Corporal Master whipping him."

"Look at the slave – its body has been significantly modified – even more so than the man you saw at the station."

"So this slave is hairless – not even got eyebrows or eyelashes – no its lashes are all whiplashes."

"Look carefully at its groin, the balls and sac have long since been tidied away but it has been left with a stub of a slave cock – a generous Master or may be just a convenience for peeing – little more purpose now for a eunuch slave like it is."

"Fine tribal tattoos, bold, sweeping ones, that embrace its body from the neck to its calves, from its elbows up around its back and round to the nipples which, like its septum, have got good sized steel rings."

"Row on, boy, we’re coming up to a boathouse."

"It’s here that I’ll be waiting when you come rowing back, waiting in case you want to make this your landfall, waiting to offer you some further training, a listening ear, possibly some experience, certainly opportunities for you to explore who you are and who you might become, buy."

"Row on, to 200 calories, then row back and, as you row, think about where you’re wanting to land, boy."