It was a festive occasion. The masters were all in excellent spirits, chatting and laughing amongst themselves as they worked their way through the gourmet three-course meal and selection of fine wines on offer. Dylan sat silently with the other slaves, permission not having been given to talk. It was a bit of a shame, as Dylan had a million questions to ask these sexy exotic men, but the events that he saw more than compensated for the lack of conversation.

First to create some action were Hans and Gregor. They ordered a slave, a Ukrainian called Dragov, who they deemed had an arrogant streak that needed taming, to come and eat his meal between them. Dylan watched as a fair haired Adonis with a breath-taking physique that was perhaps the best he had seen, crawled over to them on his knees, carrying his plate in his hands. He didn't bother bringing his knife and fork, the reason becoming soon apparent. He was fed from their hands. One master then the other would pick up some food and hold out his hand palm up for Dragov to scoff from it like a dog.

Whilst this was going on, perhaps inspired by the raunchy submissive display, Arie, a formidable looking Dutchman with short cut Mohican hair and a stud in his tongue ordered by Mitch to get under the table and put the stud to good use as he made a meal of his cock. Sasha, the Russian was ordered by Mitch to do likewise, only he was to do a tour of all the masters, starting with his buddy Barry on his left, working his way clockwise until Sasha reached him, and then he could nudge Arie out the way and allow him to eat his dinner.

It was all very thrilling - the whole atmosphere seemed to crackle with an understated sexual tension. So it was no surprise that Dylan responded and watched all this with an embarrassing boner tenting his loincloth - something he observed that no other slave had. Etiquette no doubt was coming into play - but try as he did, Dylan couldn't get the erection down. He quietly ate his food and hoped it wouldn't be noticed. There was never any chance of that!

"Dylan!" yelled Falcon, whose predatory eyes spotted the slightest fault, so a good sized erection was never going to be missed. "Stand up!"

Dylan obeyed, hanging his head in shame.

"Not bad!" laughed Mitch who was showing his hand as being the joker in the pack of masters. "More meat there than there is on the rest of his body."

"Not something that should be seen at the dinner table however," snarled Falcon, confirming what Dylan had suspected.

"We'd best get rid of it then," laughed Mitch, "for the time being at least. What do you suggest, major?"

"A cold shower would do the trick - or maybe he could stick it in the ice bucket for an hour - that would teach him a lesson."

"Consider the lesson done, major!" said Mitch. "But I suggest we defer for the time being. This evening I think we should let Sasha enjoy his dinner whilst it's still warm and have this scallywag hide his shame under the table as he takes Sasha's place making a cock tour."

"Hardly a punishment if you ask me," grunted Falcon. "Not for that little cock loving trollop. But as it's his first day I shall make an allowance. Dylan, you despicable person! You heard what the master said: get under the table and relieve Sasha of his task."

Dylan immediately obeyed, getting onto his knees and crawling under the mahogany table. In the poor light he saw Arie gobbling away, orally servicing Mitch, and to his left was Sasha who was pulling off Barry's tasty looking erection. The Russian backed away, turned and smiled. It was a friendly smile, not nasty and malicious which Dylan feared he might get. The lad indeed had a good attitude and a warm dinner to eat, whilst Dylan had a dozen cocks to feast on - an excellent result as far as he was concerned!