The Dark Side

By and with permission from Ozslave

The instructions were perfectly clear. Catch the 3.45 pm train to the capital and wait by the kiosk. Wear jeans, white tee shirt, boots and carry a small blue case.

You had been corresponding with Master Peter for the last 4 weeks on the internet. He told you he was a successful stockbroker with a large house in the city and one in the country and he had sent you photos of the town house with its high wall. The country house was on 20 acres and surrounded by dense forest. He did not tell you anything about his private life but you had heard from a friend, who was also a bottom, that he regularly held leather/rubber/bondage parties at his house in the country and that only a few wealthy people were ever invited. You wondered if Master Peter was the same man you had seen giving seminars on investing in the city; a powerfully built, tall man, immaculately dressed and with rough, handsome features. You had heard some gossip that he was a very private man with few friends.

Over the previous 4 weeks, during your many emails and chats, the Master had explained exactly what he wanted you to do. Each message made you more and more excited so now, one day before you were to travel to the city, you could think of nothing other than the long weekend ahead with Master Peter. Each time you received a message from him, short and abrupt though it was, you immediately got a hard on. For the last week you had not been able to concentrate on your work as an accountant. Your boss had reprimanded you for making mistakes, day-dreaming and forgetting to submit reports. Even though you had never met him you could not get the image of Master Peter out of your mind.

Master had explained what you had to do in preparation for the meeting. For 4 days before the weekend you were to eat nothing, only drink high protein, high energy drinks. You noticed that you stopped having your bowels open two days before the weekend, but you continued to pass lots of piss. The day of your travel you were to give yourself 10 consecutive enemas with warm water. This made sure you were completely empty and cleaned out. The last enema was 2 hours before your were due to go to the train station so you were able to squeeze every last drop of fluid out before you prepared for the next stage. You already owned black rubber shorts, with attached medium sized hard black rubber butt plug and with a hole at the front for your cock and balls to come through. You greased up the butt plug and slipped the shorts one, pulling your cock and balls through the hole. The plug, as always, felt good sliding around in your arse whenever you moved. Master Peter instructed you to screw on a heavy metal ring that sat above your balls and pulled then severely down into the sac. This ring was 3 cm wide and it was only by pulling the balls down first with a parachute that you managed to get the ring on. As you tightened the key the ring pulled your balls deep into the sac and swung around when ever you moved. You felt the metal loop at the back of the ring to enable the attachment of further weights or anchors. It felt great.

Master then said you could dress in the jeans, tee shirt and boots and although it was uncomfortable to bend over to get the boots on you knew this would be nothing compared to sitting for two hours on the train with the butt plug in and the ball ring bulging in front of your jeans. The bulge attracted the attention of some passengers but you ignored them secretly enjoying being so exposed. You enjoyed the periodic bumping of the train which forced the butt plug further into your arse, but after an hour it started to become uncomfortable. You tried to remain still because there was not way to get the plug out, unless you stripped off in the train. You resigned yourself to suffer, remembering what Master Peter said ? any deviation from the instructions and the meeting will be cancelled. You wondered if the pain was showing on your face and that other passengers realized what lie beneath your tight jeans. After 2 hours you decided to stand in the corridor, to relieve the pressure from the plug in your arse and from the ring on your balls, but by now your were rock hard and had to move your erect cock to one side in your jeans to relieve the pressure. You wondered if you could walk normally because of the pressure in your arse, your balls and now on your cock but a short walk along the corridor did not attract attention.

Into the blue bag Master said to put your toothbrush. Nothing else would be needed. You felt a bit stupid carrying a near empty case but did not care.

As the train drew into the city station your excitement rose. Your heart was pounding as you walked the length of the platform, remembering how all this had come about and wondering if this was all a big mistake and whether you should just get on the train back. You thought you might be found naked, bound and gagged in some back street and then having to explain how you got into that condition to the police. Too late to back out now, you thought as you waited by the kiosk at the end of the platform. You were perspiring slightly even though it was cold outside. The smell from the rubber shorts rose up and immediately excited you. You could hardly keep still with anticipation.

?Stand still slave and stop looking around at everyone?, you heard from behind you.

Turning slightly you saw Master Peter. You recognized him from the seminar, although now, dressed in a leather jacket and cap with faded tight jeans and boots, he looked even more handsome.

?Don?t look at me slave, look at my feet? growled Master.

You turned your eyes down to stare at his boots, which were high heeled, knee length motor bike boots worn outside his jeans. As your eyes were traveling down his legs you noticed the outline of handcuffs in his pocket.

?Sorry? you mumbled.

?Sorry what, shit head? he said in a low, threatening voice.

?Sorry sir? you replied being sure he heard you without shouting. You knew from previous masters that they hate having to remind you about slave etiquette.

?Walk ahead of me and out the door. Go over to the black van in the corner of the car park. Don?t run and don?t dawdle?.

Slowly but deliberately you made you way out of the station and into the car park. You heard his boots on the ground behind you; a heavy, menacing step. At the side of the van and still looking down at the ground you saw Mater Peters hand come round and open the door.

?Get inside, face backwards and sit on the floor. Don?t move?

Inside the van you grimaced as the butt plug was forced, once again, deep into your arse and your balls were crushed by the ring. You knew to keep your hand behind you. Master Peter got into the drivers side and slowly pulled out of the station.

Because the windows of the van were darkened you had no idea what direction you were heading. After 10 minutes he pulled over, stopped the van and got in the side door. You could smell his leather jacket and see his shadow as he got into the van behind you.

?OK slave, clothes off apart from your shorts and remember to look at the floor all the time?

You undressed slowly, folding your clothes and stacking them neatly in the corner. You heard him rummaging around in a trunk and the clanking of chains. Standing only in your rubber shorts he pushed you to your knees on the floor. Still looking at the floor your hands are roughly pulled behind your back and you hear and feel the ratchet of handcuffs as they grip your wrists. With your palms facing outwards there is no way feel the connecting hinge but you notice that the cuffs are rigid and only hinge one way. You hear two clicks as the cuffs are locked, preventing them from continuing to tighten as you move your hands; the signs of an experienced and thoughtful master you think. Quickly and without ceremony a leather hood is pulled over your face and neck. You notice there are no eye holes but there is a mouth hole which tightly encircles your lips. The hood is already tightly fitting but additional straps enable the Master to pull it even tighter around your head. It fits snugly around your neck, around which fits an attached collar. The collar is pulled tight and locked with a padlock. You feel the weight of the padlock when the Master lets go to insert a bit gag. The gag is strapped in tightly so that the corners of your mouth are stretched painfully. Although the bit gag is immovable, you are grateful for it because you are afraid of car sickness and had the Master inserted a ball gag or dick gag and you had vomited, that could have been fatal. Another sign of a thoughtful master. The Master attaches a chain to the cuffs and around the padlock then cruelly pulls your wrists up your back, causing you to bend your head and neck backwards to prevent strangulation.

Hands cuffed and hood applied the Master turns his attention to your feet. You feel heavy metal manacle being locked around your ankles and only a short connecting chain prevents any movement. Master then attaches a chain to the ball ring anchor loop via a small padlock then lowers you to the floor on your front. Your head is pulled backwards because of the chain to the cuffs but you notice that you can breathe OK, although talking is just a mumble. Master pulls the chain from the ball ring, around your ankle manacles then pulls it tightly and attaches it via another padlock to your cuffs. The result is a tight hog position and any movement tightens your collar and threatens to pull your balls off.

Meantime your cock is rock hard and crushed beneath your belly and the butt plug remains a constant reminder that Master has thought to leave no hole open.

The next thing you hear is a chain being rattled then your hands are lifted up as the chain is tightened. You presume the chain passes through a beam in the roof of the van. This puts extra pressure on your collar and your balls feel as though they are about to be ripped off. Completely immobile Master asks if you are OK. Not withstanding the excruciating pain in your neck, and balls you are in slave heaven. You mutter ?yes sir? into your bit gag, which comes out accompanied but a shower of spittle. You have dreamt of this type of bondage for ages ? tight, painful, gagged, hooded, being taken to some unknown place for abuse by some unknown person or persons. You are afraid yet very aroused and, as you try to masturbate against the van floor, every movement sends shudders of pain through your tightly bound body.

The van moves off again, winding and weaving and, after half and hour, bumps up and down on a dirt road. At least being anchored to the roof of the van prevents any sliding around in the van, but every move puts extra strain on your neck and balls through the hog position and chains. You don?t get car sick but you do a lot a dribbling onto the van floor, praying that the Master is not pissed of about this.

Eventually the van comes to a stop. You presume it?s now late afternoon and when the van door opens a rush of cool air confirms this. Master unchains you from the roof which enables you to unfold your legs. He helps you stand up and step out of the van but because your wrists are still painfully drawn up to your neck and your ankle manacle has only a short connecting chain you are very unsteady. Masters strong arms encircle you to steady your movement and slowly he leads you away from the van. You feel dirt under your feet and smell damp leaves and flower scent and presume you are in the forest. The cool air is welcome but you are still sweating inside the tight fitting hood and you feel the sweat dripping out from inside your rubber shorts.

?Stand still?, he commands.

Master unlocks the ankle manacle and kicks your legs apart. You feel pressure on your balls as Master attaches a chain to the ball ring. Your knees fold and you kneel on the ground as he locks the ball chain to some fixture on the ground. Any attempt to stand up is met with shooting pain in your balls, so you stay still, on your knees with legs apart and balls firmly anchored to the ground.

The next thing your hear is the sound of Masters footsteps disappearing into the distance, a door opening, then closing then nothing but the birds and wind in the trees. You try to relieve the pressure around your neck but your hands are tightly against your back. The cuffs, although loose, are causing pressure on your wrists but no amount of writhing relieves the pain. Any movement is met by searing pain in your balls but all the time your have a rock hard erection with precum oozing from the tip. You are desperate to masturbate but fear for your balls if you move an inch.

Time passes and the air cools. You presume it is now dark. After what seems two hours, but is probably only 30 minutes, you hear footsteps approaching.

?OK boy, time to set the scene. You came here willingly and you will come to no permanent harm?.

Permanent! What?s he talking about. You had not reckoned on coming to any harm, permanent or otherwise. The tight bit gag prevents you speaking but you utter a grunt, which means nothing but resignation to your situation.

?I?m going to take everything off now, but your hands will remain cuffed and ball ring will remain. If you decide to bolt think about a night in the forest, handcuffed, with bears and wolves around and numerous swamps and old mine shafts. It?s unlikely you would survive until the morning, but feel free to try if you want.

Nothing could be further from your mind. Although Master has introduced an element of uncertainly you are still in bondage heaven.

Slowly Mater removes the gag, hood and your shorts. The buttplug plops out followed by a little gas, but no fluid. It takes you a minute to focus in the dim light and to get feel steady on your feet after being hog tied then anchored to the ground by your balls with legs splayed to the side. You work your jaw around to get some mobility into your mouth after the bit gag forced it open for so long. The cool air bathes you face and crotch and the sweat rapidly dries.

?Here?s the situation. You are my slave for as long as I care to keep you. At all times you will be bound or chained. You will submit to whatever I decide to do or I invite my friends to do. Be sure you will be abused, fucked and forced orally. When not gagged you will answer ?yes sir, or no sir?. You will caste you eyes down when not blindfolded or hooded, which will not be for long anyway. If you want to be released you can make three jerking movements, or nods of your head. I will immediately release you but you will be discharged at the same time and sent home. Any questions??

Your mind is spinning. Is this more than you can cope with, you wonder. You?ve been looking forward to this for so long; it?s your every fantasy and now it?s real. You have to go through with it. You cock remains stiffly to attention, confirming your excitement.

?No sir? you reply softly.

?Right, get into the house?.

Only now you see the outline of the small house in the trees. A dim light illuminated the interior. Master gives you a few shoves in the back and you walk to the house.

Inside the dim light shows a fully equipped dungeon with St Andrews Cross, bondage table, beams with hanging chains, a wall festooned with anchor points and an array of hoods, gags, cuffs, restrains, whips, metal spreaders, tit clamps and ball stretchers. Numerous cupboards were closed but you imagined they were full of bondage gear and other torture equipment.

Hands still cuffed, Mater leads you to the shower and gives you a hot scrub all over. With your own toothbrush he gently brushes your teeth. His hands caress your body as he covers you with a thing layer of aromatic oil, being sure to apply some to your ass and around your balls. Master allows you to drink some water.

Back in the main room you notice the dining table, with small stool in the middle and strong rings attached to each corner of the table. Your eyes are riveted to the butt plug attached to the stool, larger than anything you have ever experience. It?s made of three lobes of increasing size towards the base but the base itself was quite narrow. That will ensure you will not be coming out it in a hurry.

Master pushes you onto the bondage table, face up, and ties your feet, knees, thighs, belly, chest and neck to it. Your hands are still cuffed behind you but master pushes a pillow into the small of your back to prevent the cuffs pressing on your spine. You think, again, here?s a master who knows what he is doing. The ropes are firm but not tight and you suspect this is only a temporary arrangement.

Your attention follows Master who is getting tubes and gear from a cupboard. Master waves a catheter in front of your eyes and you shudder at the sight. Master says nothing. He puts on sterile gloves, grabs your now flaccid cock and washes it with a blue solution. Next he jams a tube against the cock opening and squeezes in some jelly, which feels cool but is not uncomfortable. After a few minutes your cock goes numb. Catheter in one hand and cock in the other, Master feeds the catheter into your cock until it disappears almost up to the hilt. A sharp, stabbing pain accompanies the final passage of the catheter but it soon subsides. You utter a shriek but immediately regret it as Master whacks you across the legs with his hand. Master injects some fluid into the catheter and then pulls back slightly to ensure the catheter is lodged firmly in your bladder. Urine flows from the end of the catheter, which Master then clamps. By this time your erection returns and your cock slides up over the catheter. The more you look at it the more aroused you become.

Next Master turns his attention to your head. He covers two small flexible tubes with jelly and inserts one into each nostril. They fill your nose and you feel the ends at the back of your nose. You hear your breath coming freely through the tubes. The free ends of the tubes stick out about 5 cm and Master applies tape around your nostril to make sure they do not fall out.

Master produces a longer, thinner tube and once again covers it with jelly.

?Open you mouth and swallow the tube? he commands and you obey.

Slowly you feel the tube enter the back of your throat. Master gives you some water and as you swallow he pushes the tubes down into your stomach. There is no discomfort and Master is obviously an expert at this. When the tube is all the way down he tapes the free end to the side of your face.

Master releases all the bonds and forces you to sit on a chair. You obey, realizing that you are slowly loosing control of all your bodily function. Master controls your piss, your breathing, your mouth and almost certainly will soon control your ass.

You sit there meekly, hands cuffed behind you, tubed and catheterized. You are aroused by the smell of rubber and Master comes from behind you with a black rubber hood. Before he pushes it over your head you notice the wide collar and padlock hanging from the back. Because of the oil, Master has not trouble pulling the hood on and massaging it to fit the contours or your face and neck. There are no eye holes but the mouth and nose holes are open. You feel Master tighten the neck collar and secure the back with the padlock. He pulls the nose and mouth tubes through the holes applying further tape to the tubes to ensure they will not pull out.

You are able to open your mouth and on command you open it wide while Master inserts a wide O ring, keeping you mouth open. The O ring is secured by straps to the back of your head. Next you feel a rubber expandable gag being forced into your mouth and fixed behind you head. As the gag is pumped up and all chances of breathing through your mouth are extinguished. Your breath comes easily though the nose tubes so you are not worried. Since you have not eaten you are not worried about vomiting and it seems you can still swallow.

You feel Master undoing your handcuffs and soon you are able to rub some life into your wrists. After further scratching around Master, who has said very little, tells you to step into a rubber suit. He guides your feet into the suit, which he then pulls up over your belly and chest and pushes your arms down. You notice there are rubber gloves and you fiddle your fingers into the rubber tubes. There appear to be holes at the front and back, through which Master pulls your cock and balls and you suspect the nipples and ass are also free. Master zips up the back and zips the top to the rubber collar of your hood. You hear the creaking of leather as master stoops to padlock metal cuffs around your ankles. The smell of rubber rises into the nose tubes as your body starts to sweat inside the suit.

Your arms are pulled behind your back again but this time rope is used to secure your wrists and lower arms. Starting at the wrists he draws you arms tightly back, tying your lower arms together so that there is no space between them. The result is that your elbows are pulled back and touching, thereby thrusting your chest and nipples forward. From your elbows he ties rope to the back of your collar and pulls down so that your head is forced backwards.

Without warning Master pushes you forward to the table and forces your head down. A clamp secures your neck to the table. He then kicks your legs apart and ties your ankles to the legs of the table, so that your ass is completely exposed. At the front your catheterized cock and ring-weighted balls hang down. The next you feel oil being forced into your ass and then one, two, three, four fingers being inserted and moved up and down. You buck and struggle and try to scream but all that comes out is a grunt. Master holds his fingers in your ass for two minutes, as the pain slowly subsides. As you struggle your balls swing around, adding to the pain caused by the heavy metal ring.

Master releases you from the table then by a series of short commands get you up onto the table and poised, kneeling over the butt plug fixed to the low stool in the middle. You are breathing heavily and your breath makes a whistling noise and it passes through the nose tubes. You anticipate what is to come and wonder if you can take any more.

Well, it?s almost too late as the next thing is that you notice the strong smell of amyl and you realize Master is holding a swab soaked in amyl over the nose tubes. Soon your head starts to swim but you feel Masters strong arms steadying you. As you sink under the influence of the amyl Master guides your ass onto the butt plug. You are so doped you hardly notice as the tip enters your ass and expands to swallow the first bulge. A further hit of amyl and the second bulge is sucked up into your ass. Master holds you there for a minute as the effects of the amyl wear off. As you come round you notice that the plug is quite flexible, but you still fear the final bulge which seems huge compared to anything else you have ever tried. Is it time to call it quits? You think, shall I give the release signal? Before your mind clears completely you smell more amyl and you drift away again.

Gently but firmly Master forces you down onto the butt plug. You groan inwardly as your ass expands to accommodate the huge bulge. When you are sure that your ass is about to split the pain reduces and, through your foggy mind, you realize you are over the final bulge and that your ass is clamping over the base of the plug. Slowly you lower yourself further until your buttocks rest on the stool. Although the pain is less you feel the huge plug up your ass and realize you are fixed to the table, legs splayed to the side, because there is no way you can get the plug out.

Sweat is trickling down your back and out the hole at the bottom and you feel rivulets running down your hood into the body suit. Slowly your breathing comes back to normal and you are relieved that the nose tube work well even when you are forced to endure pain.

Your balls are pulled forward and you feel a chain being attached to the ring and padlocked to the table. Now you really are fixed to the table. Your feet are then pulled further outwards and attached to the corners of the table by chains from your manacled ankles to the table rings. At this stage your upper body is still free and you try to get comfortable but moving slightly one way or another. Soon, however, you feel chains being threaded through the padlock at the back of your collar and feel your neck pulled upwards as Master attaches the chains to beams in the ceiling. Now you can neither move your head to the right or the left.

You suddenly gasp and let out a muffled scream as two nipple clamps are attached. They are connected by a heavy chain and the pain is intense when Master lets go. You try to lean forward to relieve the pain but the chain around your neck collar prevents this. As you struggle the chain swings, adding to the pain. Some further movements and master attaches a tube from the open end of the catheter to the tube going into your stomach. As he releases the clamp you feel the relief as your bladder empties, sending the urine directly to your stomach for recycling.

So there you sit, encased in rubber, blinded by a hood, gagged with your jaws wide apart, nipples clamped, hands bound tightly behind you, balls stretched, butt plugged, legs pulled apart, catheterized, nose tubed and with a tube going from your cock to your stomach. You are totally immobile, exposed and without control of your bodily functions. Your erection attests to your excitement.

?That?s you fixed up for a while? says Master and you hear him disappear into the next room.

The pain in your ass, the pain in your neck, the pain in your nipples, the pain in you balls and the aching in your tightly bound arms ? you wonder what else Master can inflict on you. At first you are a mess of pain. You try to relax and slowly the pain in your ass become tolerable if you don?t move. Similarly the pain in you balls from the padlocked and anchored ball ring eases and your nipples become numb if you stay perfectly still. The only thing you can do is to remain absolutely still. You develop some cramp in your widely spread legs but this passes as you sit lower on the plug.

Your mind wonders back to bondage situations you have had in the past. Mostly they have been temporary, loose affairs from which it has been easy to escape. Masters have promised inescapable bondage but all they?ve wanted to do is tie you up and gag you so that they can fuck you, then dump you. Master Peter seems severe but experienced and, although your bound, plugged and catheterized entombment in rubber seems extreme you are aroused like never before. Your erect cock pulls against the ball ring confirming this. Shit, you?d give anything to masturbate now.

You hear a door open and movements. Straining to identify what?s going on you hear what sounds like plates and cutlery being placed on the table. You remember you are in the middle of the table and Master places dinner stuff all around you. At the same time you smell cooking and the aromas make your stomach rumble, remembering that you have not eaten for several days.

After what seems like a short time your hear motor bikes and the sounds of people laughing and joking. The house, which is really only a shack, vibrate as they walk around. You feel them close to you, making comments and tweaking your nipples and cock, making you shudder with pain. You estimate there are three others and guess that they are hear to take part in the fun because they all seem very much at home in Master Peters house. You hear cans opening and guess they are having beer. The laughing gets louder and after a further hour you feel vibrations at the table as they sit down, surrounding you.

Master serves a meal and they all take their time eating and drinking. They comment on how Master has prepared a beautiful centre arrangement for the table, namely you and occasionally someone tests you by prodding you in the buttocks or cock with a fork. The rubber protects you from serious damage and on one occasion Master reprimands a friend gently for interfering with the ornament.

During the meal you are sweating profusely and it drips from the holes around your cock and ass. As the meal ends master disconnects your stomach tube and pours in more water, noticing that the fact your piss is still yellow means you are not dehydrating. He then reconnects the catheter. Throughout, your cock has been rigid as you imagine yourself presented in this way, surrounded by men who, it seems, have not just come here for a meal. You mind runs wild imagining what is next in store for you.

Part 2

Eventually you smell coffee and as Master and his guests laugh and joke you hear plates being removed from the table, chairs being scrapped back on the wooden floor and someone wipes the food waste from the table. You feel Master get up on to the table.

?You?ve been a good ornament boy. Now you will entertain us a while?.

Entertain! What the hell does that mean? You gasp to yourself.

Master releases your chained feet from the corners of the table and the chain holding your neck to the ceiling. With relief you sink onto the low stool, but not far because the butt plug is forced further into your arse. You notice Master leave the chains dangling from your ankles and neck and when he releases your ball ring, that chain is left attached also.

You feel Master grab your hooded head and smell amyl once again. As your drift away Master lifts you off the butt plug but you buck and struggle to start with as the widest bulge tears at your already stretched arse. The other two bulges come out easily and you sigh with relieve at being free from the monstrous plug. You wonder if Master will also release your arms but they remain tightly bound behind your back and tied to your collar.

Master pushes you forward and gently lowers you onto the table, front down. He pulls you to the edge of the table so that your neck is over the edge. Next you feel your ankle being reattached to the corners of the table and further chains attached to your knees and pulled sideways, thereby opening up your arse. The neck chain is attached to the other two corners of the table so that you are fixed, once again, to the table. Master pushes a pillow under your pelvis so that your arse is raised up and gapping. Your balls are trapped painfully by the pillow so Master pulls them backwards. As your cock enlarges however, it pushes into the pillow and is unable to reach it?s fully erect position. The catheter is adjusted so that it is not kinked and remains attached to your stomach tube.

The next thing you feel is Master releasing the air in the gag and undo the straps which hold it in. He removes the gag but your mouth remains wide open because of the ?O? ring. You are relieved to take some cool breaths through your mouth, but spit dribbles out because you are unable to swallow. The stomach tube remains stuck in your mouth but you hardly feel it. You feel your head pulled back as Master attaches a chain from the top of your hood to your bound arms. Although your mouth is wide open Master does not remove the nose tubes which remain firmly fixed in place.

So there you lie, covered in rubber, bound to the table by your ankles and neck, your arse exposed and your mouth wide open. You have never been so exposed and vulnerable. You hear footsteps draw closer and someone get up onto the table. Cool lubricant is massaged into your arse and two, three, four fingers enter without resistance because of the hours you spent on the butt plug.

You hear the ripping of condom packets and resign yourself to getting fucked. This will not be the first time you have been fucked, although in the past you have always had some control over who is fucking you and how they do it. Now you are just a hole. The condom covered cock slides into your arse and the assailant gently works himself in and out. When he thrusts you gasp. His cock must be larger that the butt plug because it hurts like hell. On the second thrust your gasp is cut short by a second condom covered cock jammed suddenly into your mouth. You gag as it touches the back of your throat but no amount of moving can dislodge it. Your head is fixed by the neck chain and chain holding it backwards so you have no choice but to take it all in.

Being fucked at both ends has always been a fantasy of your but you always imagined you would have some control, be able to communicate and terminate it when it got too uncomfortable. Now all you can do is lie there and accept your fate, the fate of a bound and abused slave boy. The men fucking you are goaded by the others who encourage deeper penetration and faster thrusting. You feel tears come to your eyes but they run silently down your face in its rubber hood. You lie there bucking and twisting as the men plow away and eventually you gasp as they plunge deeper during what you presume is their orgasm. Slowly they massage their cocks out of your arse and mouth

You relief is short lived because without warning two more cocks replace those which have just shot their loads. These cocks seem slightly smaller but they are thrust deeply and more rapidly than before. The man at your face grabs your head so that he can thrust his cock deeper whilst the man at your arse grabs your hips. On and on they go, in, out, in, out to the cheers of the others. The cock in your arse quickly releases it load and it is replaced by yet another cock.

The third cock to fuck your arse is huge, both wider and longer than the others. You suspect this cock is that of Master Peters, because he enters slowly and gently, unlike the others which were just forced in. Master rests his cock in you arse and lets you relax and fell the pleasure of it right up inside you. Slowly he fucks away but, unlike the others, it is not painful. You groan with delight and the though and feeling of that huge thing inside you and at the thought of you being publicly fucked in this way. Meanwhile the cock at your face finishes its business and leaves your mouth dribbling but open. You groan with pleasure as Master plunges away, his thrusts becoming faster and faster until he explodes with a shout and you feel the warm cum filling his condom.

As Master gets off the table he wipes your arse with a cloth and reinserts the gag and pumps it up. Gently he caresses your head before leaving you alone. After a while you hear footsteps as the guests leave. After a short while the motor bikes are gunned into action and they roar off down the road, leaving you presume, you alone with Master. You hear Master busying himself around the house, clearing up stuff and moving furniture around.

Master releases your ankle and neck from the table then loosens the chain pulling your head back. Slowly and carefully he gets you off the table and stands you on the floor. You are unsteady to start with but Mater holds you tightly until you stop moving. He releases the gag and O ring and you sigh with relieve at having some control over your mouth and jaws. With your tongue you feel the stomach tube. Master gives you two glasses of a protein drink mixed with milk. You are hungry and gulp it down.

?You did well tonight boy. The weekend is just beginning and by the end of it you can be sure you will be well known in the district?.

After you finish drinking Master inserts a pecker gag which, although not as large as the air gag, fills your mouth comfortably. He straps this firmly at the back of your neck. Then he pushes you forward onto the table and kicks your legs apart so that your arse, once again, is wide open. More lubricant is massaged into your hole followed by a large butt plug, which slips in easily because of the all the stretching your arse has had that evening. Master attaches the plug to small chains which encircle your balls and cock at the front and go up your arse crack at the back, to be fixed to a steel belt, which Master locks around you waist. He tightens the chains so that there is no chance to push the butt plug out. Master then gently lays you on the floor on your front. You feel a pole being pushed down your back, between your bound arms and your back and to lay the full length of your body. Master proceeds to tie you to the pole by a series of straps around your ankles, knees, thighs, stomach, chest, neck and around you forehead. These are pulled tight so that there is no movement possible between you and the pole. Master adjusts the catheter and stomach tube and ensures your nose tubes are still free. You then feel Master lift up the head end of the pole so that it rests on some object, presumably a chair. Then the foot end is lifted to the same height so that you are suspended about a metre from the floor by the pole, like a pig on a spit. The straps bite into your flesh but you are powerless to do anything about it. Master walks away.

And there you stay, bound, gagged, plugged, catheterized and covered in rubber, hanging from a pole in some house in he middle of nowhere. The only thing that keeps you sane is the belief that Master is experienced and seems gentle and kind. You do not think he will allow anything dangerous to happen to you, but you have been proved wrong in the past. Your breathing comes easily through the nose tubes and urine continues to pass silently from your bladder to your stomach. Spit dribbles out from around the gag. There is nothing in your bowels so you don?t have to worry about wanting to take a crap and the butt plug feels comfortable and reminds you of all the abuse you have had up there that evening. The metal ball ring pulls your balls down but this is not painful. You do not realize it at the time but Master has rigged up an intercom and video system so that he can both see and hear you, should you run into any trouble.

You have lost all sense of time. You hang there, trying to come to terms with your bondage and servitude. You realize this is what you want, what you need. You feel you were born to be a slave to other men, to satisfy their sexual urges, to serve their every need and depravity. You relish your situation and look forward to what Master Peter might have in store for you.

Mercifully the night is not warm. You are sweating inside your rubber suit but as you settle down and the night progresses you do not feel hot. You drift off to sleep, waking every now and then with a start and momentary panic as you wonder why you can?t move or talk. The breathing tubes whistle as your breathing gives away your temporary panic. The night seems long. You have no idea when the sun rises but eventually you do hear sounds in the house and suspect that master Peter is getting up. The sound of water running confirms this. You are relieved that the night seems to be over.

Your hands and arms are numb. They have been tied tightly behind your back for 12 hours. Your ass is without tone as it have been plugged or fucked for 18 hours. You jaws ache from one gag or another and your nose, with its tubes, starts to feel sore. You no longer feel your balls as the heavy metal ring has been stretching them all night. Even the catheter through your cock to your bladder is starting to irritate.

You feel Master lower the pole and undo the straps. Slowly some feeling comes back to your limbs. Slowly he removes all your chains and rope bindings and stands you up. He takes out the butt plug and gentle wipes your ass, but there is no mess. He removes the gag and you swallow the stale spit that has collected around it. Master commands you to kneel and you do so without question.

?You?ve been a good slave so far. I am very happy with you. Today you will earn your keep on the farm and tonight we are going out. For most of the day you will not wear a suit but you will at all times be chained and wear the ball ring. The bladder catheter will remain also. Whenever you see or hear me coming you are to look to the ground. If I catch you looking at me or any other person you will be discharged. Is that clear??

?Yes sir? you reply without hesitation.

With that he removes your rubber bondage suit, the stomach tube and the nose tubes. He clamps the catheter. Your eyes slowly adjust to the faint light in the house. Being careful to down caste your eyes to focus on the floor, which is roughly hewn planks. Some stains on the floor attest to previous activities in the house and some fresh damp patches are caused by your dribble and sweat.

Master walks away and you hear the sound of water running.

?Get in the shower and clean yourself up? commands Master.

You thankfully walk to the next room and bath in the warm water. You notice that almost every room is kitted out as some form of dungeon. Crosses, chairs, chains, straps, hoods and whips are everywhere. In one corner a hangman?s noose hangs from a scaffold and you shudder at the sight. You also notice expensive camera and video equipment and you suspect that last nights activities have been recorded on film. You wash away the dried sweat and try to get the lubricant out of your nose and ass. Your balls hang low because of the metal ring so but you are able to wash around your cock and balls.

You quickly dry yourself and, without asking, kneel on the bathroom floor with your hands behind you back and eyes caste down. All you see is Master?s high leg boots as he walks towards you.

?Good slave boy?. It seems you are learning fast; I like that. Nothing worse than a boy you have to slap around the head every minute because he can?t follow orders. Now get into the bedroom and dress in the clothes on the bed. Assume the position when your have dressed.

With balls and catheter swaying you walk slowly to the bedroom. The first thing you notice on the leather covered bed is a pair of leather shorts with holes at the front and back. These fit snugly around you and you pull your catheterized cock and balls with metal ring through the front hole. A wide heavy leather collar has D rings attached front and back and at both sides. You fit this around you neck being sure to do it up as tightly as possible. Wrist and ankle leather bracelets have locking buckles and you secure these. There is no key obvious to unlock these bracelets. The only other item left is a pair a tall boots which you put on over a pair of thin black socks. You glance at a mirror and notice how hot you look. At the same time you believe you will not be allowed to enjoy this freedom of senses for much longer.

You assume the position, on your knees, hands behind your back and head bowed.

A bowl of cereal and milk with a spoon, some bread and a mug of coffee is placed in front of you.

?Eat? Master commands.

Without raising your head you slowly eat the food. You?re starving hungry but you are aware that you have not eaten much in the past four days and don?t want to bring it all back, so you relish each slowly chewed mouthful. The coffee washes it all down and for the first time in two days you feel reasonably human.

Master clears away the plates and puts a toothbrush and mug of water in front on you. You could weep with gratitude for the opportunity to clean your teeth. After the gags, lubricant from the stomach tube then being fucked in the mouth it feels and tastes like a sewer. You brush vigorously and rinse with clean water, spitting into a bowl.

?To start with you can clean out the barn?. Get up and walk ahead of me?.

Master pushes you out of the house and for the first time you notice that the house is really a tumbledown shack in the middle of the forest. A barn stands to one side and Master pushes you through the front doors. Inside bails of hay, equipment for horses and old items of farm machinery and tools lie everywhere. Shit, you think, what a mess.

?OK boy, get too and clean up this place. I don?t care where you put stuff just stack it out of the way. Put the bails of hay against the wall so my friends can sit on them?.

Friends! What friends, you think. Is this going to be the place for another party?

?There?s water in the barrel outside and you should drink plenty to flush the piss out of your system. Stand up?.

You stand and Master releases the clamp on your catheter. Urine pours onto the dirt floor of the barn and rapidly soaks away. The clamp is refastened.

?Don?t touch this again until I say so, or else?. And with that Master leave the barn.

Nothing could be further from you mind that to disobey this Master from heaven. You stand and survey the barn. Sunlight streams in through the open door and holes in the wooden walls. Apart from the stuff strewn about the floor you notice chains hanging from the ceiling, coils of rope on hooks on the walls and some pieces of gym equipment in one of the horse boxes. The place looks well used and there is not much dust around, but its? just like a bomb has hit the place. You?re standing there in boots, short with your cock, balls and ass hanging out and collared, wondering where to start. It?s getting warm and you are glad to be almost naked.

You start by humping the hay toward the walls then putting all the lose tools and equipment behind the bails. You tidy the rope coils and place them on the hooks on the wall and rearrange the gym equipment so that each item is separate and accessible. Some loose D rings and padlocks you place in a dish on a shelf. Litter you put in a bin. Amongst the litter you notice opened condom packets, beer cans and empty lubricant tubes. Definitely a party place you think. Lastly you sweep the dirt floor with an old broom you find in the corner.

After two hours cleaning you?re sweating and very thirsty. You go outside and drink cupfuls of water and use a wet rage to wipe the sweat from your body. The sun is high and you go inside to rest in the shade. Sitting on a bail of hay you soon drift into sleep, to be rudely awakened by a kick in the ribs by Masters booted foot.

?What the fuck do you think you are doing boy? Did I say you could go to sleep? Get over there? and with that he roughly pushes you towards the centre of the barn.

You remember to look at the floor but you see Masters booted legs and leather chaps with his enormous cock swinging freely. He grabs your wrists and padlocks them together. In one swift move he pulls a hood over your head and tightens it under your chin. The hood has no eye holes but the mouth is open. Two small holes over your nostrils allow you to breath. Without warning he stuffs a sock in your mouth and ties it in place with a strap around your head. Next you hear chains clanking as your wrists are attached to chains hanging from the roof rafters. You hear a ratchet noise as Master pulls on the free end of the chain and raises your wrists. Soon you are standing on your toes, then higher still as you swing freely. You estimate you are a meter above the floor before Master stops. You feel your ankles pulled apart as Master ties them to uprights on the barn wall. Your balls and catheter hang down between your widely separated legs. The pain in your wrists is acute, but soon it becomes only a dull ache. There you hang by your wrists, legs spread apart, hooded, collared and gagged.

?You can stay there for an hour. When I say work I mean work not sleep?. And with that you hear Master leave the barn again.

No amount of squirming around relieves the pain. Your legs feel as though they are about to split apart and your arms start to ache. After a while you want to piss desperately but all you can do is hang there.

You must have dozed off because you wake with a start as a whip cuts into your back. You gasp into your gag as more lashes cut your back and thighs. Each lash sends you juddering in your shackles, increasing the pain in your arms and legs. Master counts up to twenty, each lash being more severe than the one before. Sweat pours form your body and drips onto the dirt floor.

After twenty lashes you hang limply in your chains. You hear Master breathing heavily and realize that the effort has exhausted him also. You start as he throws cold water over you. As you hang there dripping Master undoes the catheter and you groan with relief as piss pours onto the floor. As the final drops of piss fall and as you start to dry off from your drenching, Master releases you legs and slowly lowers you to the floor. When your feet touch the floor they are unable to support you and you crumple into a heap on the dirt floor. Master releases your wrist chains but padlocks the cuffs behind your back and leaves you there in the urine and water soaked dirt.

After and hour or some you find the strength to stand up but, realizing there is no where to run to, especially naked and cuffed, you sit on one of the hay bails. After a further 30 mins, by which time you are wondering what other possible ways Master can abuse you, he returns with a sack full of gear. First of all he makes you drink two large glasses of the protein drink, which tastes good and you soon feel a return of your strength.

?Don?t cross me again boy or you?ll be discharged. Consider the flogging this morning as a small token of what could happened if you annoy me or any of my guests. I demand absolute obedience, is that clear?.

?Yes sir, sorry sir? you say as clearly as you can, but Master kicks you in the balls anyway.

?What?s that boy??

?Sir, yes sir? you shout, being careful to keep your eyes fixed on his boots.

?OK stand up?.

You shakily get to your feet. Still cuffed, Master pushes you outside and stands you beneath a tap on the wall of the barn. The cold water makes you suck in your breath but you are grateful to wash away some of the crud that is covering you. Master roughly washes you down with soap and a brush, leaving you in the sun to dry. You sigh with relieve, the sun feels so good on your skin and you turn round so that every part is warmed and dried in it?s rays.

?Get back here boy? Master commands from inside the barn. You amble slowly back and, anxious to please Master, assume the position without prompting. You notice that Master has spread the gear out on the dirt floor and has also arranged the gym gear and has put the horse out into the main part of the barn. What alarms you is the sight of a large butt plug fixed to the centre of the horse.

Part 3

It seems there is no end to the torture. You?ve been covered in rubber, bound, gagged, plugged, catheterized, forced to drink your own piss, fucked in the mouth and up the arse, strung up flogged to say nothing of spending the night suspended in rubber from a pole. Master certainly has a wild imagination but you wonder how much more you can take. As you kneel there on the dirt floor, hands cuffed behind you back, catheter and balls hanging down you feel confident that should you reach your limit, Master would stop. He has displayed uncommon gentleness and skill to ensure that you reach the end of any endurance. He obviously knows how to take a slave to the limit and stretch him beyond it.

?We are having some more guests around soon and you will be the centre of attention again. It?s a slave auction and whoever wants can buy you for an hour. You will not leave the property and I will keep a distant eye on things to make sure they do not get out of hand?.

You?ve always fantasized about being sold at an auction but worried if some crazy bought you and you were never heard of again. This arrangement of Masters seems good. What more could they do that had not been done already?

?OK boy stand up and bend forwards?.

You obey instantly, bending forwards to look at the piss soaked dirt. Master takes a tub of lubricant and generously slathers it into your arse then onto the butt plug on the horse. He roughly pushes you up onto the horse then, with a hay bail either side for your feet he forces you down onto the butt plug. It seems larger than the multi lobed one last night but your arse expends to accommodate it all. The last few centimeters are swallowed with difficulty and Master pushed you down onto it as you groan with pain. At the end the plug narrows considerably and your arse tightens around it. You feel the enormous mass of it in your ass. You are fixed to the horse, no movement being possible in any direction.

Master pulls the hay bails away and ties you ankles beneath the horse. There is no way you can relieve the pressure in you arse, you are just stuck there by the plug. He attaches a small chain to the ball ring and pulls it painfully forward so that your erect cock stands out in front of you with the catheter pointing upwards. He attaches the chain to a fixture on the horse, making sure it is taught. Master stands on a bail and quickly pulls the rubber hood over your head, tightening the neck collar and fastening it with a padlock. The mouth hole is quickly filled with a tube gag into which master tapes a tube attached to the end of the catheter. You feel the end of the tube in you mouth and soon taste your own piss as Master removed the clamp. You have no alternative but to swallow your piss. You soon get used to the slightly bitter taste of the warm piss. You feel your wrists being drawn backwards and upwards, which forces your head forwards and down, as Master attaches a chain to your cuffed wrists and lifts them to a beam in the roof. A last chain is attached to the back of you collar and the other end to the chain to the beam, pulling your head backwards.

You think you much have looked a pretty sight, fixed to the horse by the butt plug, hooded and gagged with you arms and neck painfully pulled backwards. No movement was possible. The slightest twitch pulled on your balls, wrenched your arms or neck or sent shudders of pain up your ass.

The only sound reaching your ears was the sound of Masters boots on the dirt floor as he left the barn.

As time passes your attention wanders from one pain to another. Periodically you squirm to relieve the pressure in your arse, but that sends spasms of pain through your stretched balls, so you just sit quietly and imagine what will happen next.

You estimate you have been fixed to the horse by the butt plug for four hours. It?s hot as hell in the barn and sweat runs down your body and from between your legs. Your piss tastes stronger than usual and you suspect you are getting dehydrated. Still, in your dark world of pain you would not be anywhere else.

Cars draw up outside and you detect the thud of booted feet entering the barn. The smell of leather reaches you as men circle you, pulling on your tits and tweaking your erect cock. There is much complementary chatter about how good the slave looks. Master explains the rules of the auction. The highest bidder will have use of you for one hour, the next highest bidder for 45 mins and so on. However, men can add their times together and both use you for the total time. There will be no unsafe sex and Master will observe from a distance to make sure that play is not too extreme. What could possibly be more extreme than what you have been subjected to already.

The beer flow freely and after an hour the bidding starts. Quickly one master takes control of the bidding and bids the others out of contention. You hear Master Peter summarize the times for your abuse and in your mind you add it all up to 3 hours. With that Master Peter unties your feet and releases the chains around your balls, neck and hands and places two bails beneath your feet so that you can push yourself off the butt plug. Your force yourself to take the searing pain in your ass as the widest part of the plug comes out, followed by the remainder which just slides out. You stand there, gagged, hooded and collared with your hands cuffed behind you.

You detect strange hands around you. A leash is attached to your collar and you are pulled out of the barn and into the trees. It?s cooler out in the forest but you wonder who you are with and what he will do to you. First up the gag is removed and replaced by another O gag which keeps your mouth wide open. A chain forces your wrists up to the back of your neck so that your head is once again pulled backwards. The clicking of padlocks means that this is a semi permanent arrangement. Gently you are lowered on your front to the ground. You feel chains then attached to your ankles and your legs are pulled wide apart and attached to nearby trees.

Although you are immobilized and painfully tied and chained, you are happy to be on the ground, which is cool. After a short while you hear footsteps around you and some chatter; obviously the master has been joined by others. Little do you know you are to be used as the public toilet for the next few hours. You hear zips open then a rush of warm urine soaks you on the back and legs. You feel degraded and dirty, being used as another mans piss pig. No amount of struggling can get you out of the way of the piss and the more your squirm the more you just stir up a mud bath.

Without notice your head is grasped firmly at the sides and your open mouth is impaled on a thick cock. The master sits down in front of your head with his legs at your sides and proceeds to fuck you in the mouth. When his hands are removed your head naturally falls onto the cock so there is no way to avoid having in at the back of your throat. You taste the latex condom, with relief. Then without notice your feel another cock enter your ass and start fucking the living daylights out of you. Both masters are not gentle so you know that Master Peter is not amongst them. You are used to this being fucked at both ends at the same time but the ferocity of these new masters takes your breath away. On and on they thrust. You gag when the cock hits the back of your throat. At full thrust by the cock up your ass you are forced further on to the cock in your mouth.

Eventually both master shoot their loads then leave you in the piss soaked mud, gasping and periodically squirting air and lube out your ass. These are the rape scenes you had always fantasized about and with Master Peter in the back ground you are happy that everything is under control.

Just as you start to doze off, some one releases your legs and stands you up. This master seems gentle as he releases the padlocked chain which is forcing your arms up and head back. Miraculously he then takes of the hood and gag so that you can see again. Your hands are still cuffed behind you and the ankle cuffs are still on, but the relief is tremendous. You are so grateful but a little unsteady. Firm hands grasp you around the waste as you sway unsteadily. Slowly your eyes adjust to the evening light and to the handsome, bearded face in front of you. This new master is wearing boots outside his chaps and a cock ring. He has two nipple rings but his chest is bare. He firmly grasps your head and locks his mouth to yours in an affectionate, tongue probing kiss. He forces you to drink some water, then a can of beer, which is heavenly. He says his name is Mark.

You wonder how this master can be so different to the other two but your thoughts are cut short when he produces a leather collar and leash. When the collar is firmly locked into place he attaches the leash and pulls you another 50 meters into the forest. Clearly he has plans, other than affectionate kissing, for you.

You notice a clearing between four short trees where he has left rope and a jumble of gags, collars and butt plugs. He leads you to the middle of the clearing and quietly releases the leash and removes the padlock from your wrists. You take a look at your hands, for the first time in over a day. You notice the catheter is still clamped off but master releases the clamp to allow piss to flow freely onto the ground, before he clamps it again. As you stand there in the fading light you notice how strong and handsome this master is. You wonder if you will see him again after this weekend.

Gently Master Mark tells you to lie on your back on the grass, which you do immediately. Not so gently he ties you spread eagled to the four trees, ropes through the wrist and ankle cuffs. He strains hard to stretch you to the limit before tying off the ropes at each corner. You feel the cuffs biting into your wrists and ankles and the pull on you arms as they strain in their shoulder sockets. Next Master produces a medium sized butt plug, which he lubricates and slowly forces into your ass and fixes with a small chain to your ball ring. You have no trouble accommodating the plug, which seems small compared to what you have taken in the past.

Master Mark positions himself over your chest and kneels so that his enormous condom covered cock is directly in front of your face. He grabs your head and forces his cock into you mouth, which opens to accept it keenly. He pumps it in and out but never deeply or roughly. You glance up at his face, to notice he has his eyes closed and an expression of tranquility on his face. As his cock gets harder your jaw is stretched to the limit. You are careful to keep your teeth out of the way because you don?t want to bite him or break the condom. After endless thrusting he blows and huge stream of cum into the condom and only at this time pushes his cock into the far reaches of your throat, so that you gag and struggle for breath.

No sooner has he blown his load than he swings round and tells you to clean his ass. As your eager tongue probes his sweet ass he strokes your cock, which immediately comes to attention. Periodically he forces the butt plug further into your ass so that you start to tense as though to blow. He gently eases off as you realize he will not allow you to cum. He then bends forward to take your cock into his warm and welcoming mouth; at the same time he thrusts his cock into yours. You are in seventh heaven, doing 69?s with this handsome master. Up and down, up and down he goes, but never so much as to enable you to start that short journey to ejaculation.

You hear a bell ring, which is the signal for drinks, and he gets up without speaking. He rips of the used condom and stuffs it in a trash bag. As he leaves you spread eagled on the ground you wonder who will come next. All you hear are his footsteps disappearing into the forest.

Part 4

The light fades to darkness. Is nobody going to release you from this position? By this time your arms are aching and your bladder needs emptying. You realize you are at least 100 metres from the house and crying out for help brings no response. You wonder what kind of animals are lurking around in the forest; Master mentioned wolves. You try struggling against the ropes but Master Mark made no mistake when he fixed you in that spread eagled position.

Damp mist envelopes the forest and you start to shiver. As the moon rises a light rain falls to chill you even further. You realize you have not been cold this weekend, having been encased in rubber then forced to work in the sun. You shiver violently.

As the rain eases you hear footsteps approaching. Master Peter looms into the shadows. You suspect he has not been far away. Without speaking he releases you and removes the leather cuffs from your wrists and ankles. He opens the catheter and you sigh as piss pours onto the ground. Your relief is, however, short lived. Master produces the rubber, eyeless hood which he locks around your neck, and then inserts a ball gag which he fastens at the back of your neck. Handcuffs secure your wrists behind you. He removes the butt plug only to replace it with a much larger one, which he fixes in place with chains connected to the metal waist band. The leash is attached to the collar and he pulls you forwards. You stumble at first but he guides you across open ground and steadies you when you trip.

The sound of partying alerts you that you are nearing the house. Inside the house you smell the beer but master takes you through the main room to the back room. He leaves you standing while he disappears into the main room. You catch snippets of conversation. Words like lynch, hang, display, flog make you shudder. After a short time someone grabs and forces you onto your knees. The hood is removed but the gag remains. You notice it is the first master who seems to have repossessed you. He backs you up to beneath the hangman?s noose, places it firmly around your neck and cinches it tight. The rope passes over a beam and free end he pulls down on and ties off to the wall. Without ceremony he uses rope to tie your feet and knees together, and then proceeds to tie your arms to your chest. You relieve the pressure on neck by standing on tip toe but eventually your feet tire and you take the pressure again around you neck. As a final gesture he applies cruel tit clamps connected by a heavy chain, but all you can do is groan, and tears flow down your cheeks.

?It?s done? he announces to the main room.

The two other masters and Master Peter enter the room and sit on chairs around the room. You can hardly believe what is happening. Surely they do not intend to hang you.

The first master, who seems to know all about hanging, announces that anyone can be hung for a few seconds and then revived. Your eyes plea with Master Peter to stop this craziness, but he seems comfortable and does not get alarmed.

Amyl is produced and held to your nose. As your head starts to swim you feel the rope tighten, and tighten. You feel yourself loosing consciousness and the last thing you remember is your feet leaving the ground as you jerk upwards. The next thing you know is you are lying on the ground with the noose loosened and the gag out, but you are still bound and cuffed. You notice all round you the masters are masturbating over you but they are careful not to shoot their loads.

?Yeah boy, did you enjoy being hung up?? The first master asks.

Before you can answer the gag in replaced and the noose used to pull you back to your feet. Someone removed the ropes fixing the butt plug and pulls it out. You are barely able to stand and would certainly fall over were it not for the noose. Your relief from the butt plug is short lived as someone thrusts them selves into your arse. You realize it is Master Peter, since everyone else is standing around in front of you. Slowly he fucks you and it would have been good were it not for the noose around your neck. He stands on a low stool and this enables his to get better penetration of your arse. Then without warning, more amyl is produced and you start to sink again. Before the amyl has maximum effect you feel the noose tighten again and slowly your feet leave the ground again. You remain conscious while master fucks you furiously but loose consciousness shortly after.

You have no idea how long you were out. Once again, lying bound on the floor you wake up to silence in the room. The noose is gone but the gag is back. Still cuffed and bound you notice also a neck collar is anchoring you to the floor via a padlock, and your bound feet and fixed to the far wall with rope. You are on your front so all you see is the stained wooden floor. Mercifully your arse is empty, although judging by the amount of wind you are passing you suspect you have been fucked by several men while unconscious. Your nipples are killing you and you remember the heavy clamps from last night and wonder is they are still on.

The night drags on. Where the fuck is everyone you think. The occasional bump startles you but you cannot move. You suspect the catheter is open because you feel no pressure in your bladder. As it turns out piss is draining into a bag tied to your leg. How much longer can you take this, you wonder. You ache all over and you get no relief by trying to move. All that does is put strain on your neck. It?s as much as you can do to put your head sideways to rest. Your cuffed hands are numb and your balls ache from the heavy ring locked around them.

As the day breaks you detect movement in the room. You cannot see anything but you suspect that someone is watching you. After what seems an eternity Master Peter looms into view, his powerful frame silhouetted against the window. Remembering the rules, you dare not look directly at him.

?You OK boy??

All you can do is grunt once, meaning yes.

?It?s Sunday and the weekend is nearly over. I?m going to release you now but I have a proposition to make?.

Gently he releases your neck collar and gag and unties your arms and legs. He takes the cuffs off and massages some life into your numb hands. Slowly he gets you to your feet and guides you to one of the chairs. You notice the catheter and bag and the heavy ball ring bangs against the edge of the chair as you sit. More alarming you notice your nipples have been pierced and two small padlocks locked into place through the holes. There is a small amount a dried blood around the padlocks, but curiously it is not painful.

?You can look at me now boy? commands Master.

You notice this strong and gentle man. He is dressed in leather pants and boots and a black shirt. His hairy chest is muscular and his biceps bulge as he lifts you. His close cropped hair sets off his chiseled features.

?You did well boy. You?ve been put through the most extreme bondage, you?ve been fucked mouth and ass by seven men, you?ve been hung by the neck until you passed out and all this has been recorded on video. I am an honest man and together we will make some money from the film. 50/50 OK? I know lots of people who will pay big bucks for this stuff?

?Yes sir? you reply.

?Well boy, what do you think? How did you find it??

?I had a great time sir. It?s a pity it?s Sunday though?.

?Yeah? sure is a pity. But hey, remember Mark, he wants to see you again. I had a word with him on the quiet, when the others had gone and while he helped me fix you to the floor last night, and he said he?d be interested in a semi permanent arrangement to share you with me some weekends. How does that sound to you??

?Great. I liked Mark out of all the other men here. Like you he seemed experienced and gentle?.

?Yeah, he?s like me; works in the city; great house in town with a cellar which he has converted into a dungeon. He?s big on making films too and he likes taking his slaves to showings at the BDSM club in town. How does that sound??

?Terrific, Sir. It?s my fantasy to be bound and displayed, like last night?.

?Then it?s done boy. One thing though. Whilst you will be free to go home today, that heavy ball ring remains. While you were out to it last night we welded the thing so that it cannot be removed. It will be a permanent reminder of who you belong to. It?s loose enough to let the blood flow, but you will not be able to get it off. Of course, we keep the keys to the padlocks through your nipples and they will not be removed for a long time. Also, every night when you get home from work, you are to put that butt plug in and leave it there all night. We?ve no way to know if you will do this but we think you will because you want to come back to see us. We will know when we fuck you if you have not used the butt plugs?.

?And the catheter Sir??

Master produced a syringe, emptied the retaining balloon and pulled the catheter out. You briefly jumped as it plopped out but settled back into the chair, relieved to be rid of the thing.

?That may go back in from time to time, OK??

?Yes sir.?

?Every moment of every day you remember your are a slave. Whenever you take a piss you will feel the heavy ball ring; when you shower you will see the nipple padlocks; when you go to bed you will feel the butt plug. You will be a permanent slave, OK??

?I am happy with this sir. I know I was born to be a slave; to be abused by strong men and kept in chains and shackles. Whenever I can I will serve you both. You will not be disappointed sir??

?I know boy. As time passes you will help us induct other slaves and you may even be allowed to fuck one or two of them. This is a growing thing boy, and we need as many slaves as possible to service Masters?.

?I understand sir?.

On the train back that afternoon you reflected on the weekends experiences. When you started this journey, in trepidation, you were not to know that it would the most rewarding experience of your life. You had dreamed for ages of being kept bound and gagged, plugged and hooded, without control of your body, for the amusement of masters, to be abused, fucked, raped, whipped, forced to work, displayed and humiliated and degraded for the pleasure of others. Your dream has been fulfilled but more, you have entered a new state of consciousness. Whilst you go about your daily business, earning wages, having a drink with friends and chatting with relatives you will always realize that you don?t really have any control over your life. The ball ring, nipple padlocks and, at night, the butt plug, reminds you that you will always belong to others.

Part 5

After an hour of sitting in the train your padlocked nipples were starting to ache. You presumed Master Peter had used local anaesthetic when piercing your nipples and inserting the small padlocks, because it did not hurt at the time. Now, two hours later, every jolt of the train sent knives of pain through your nipples. You thought this would last a couple of days and wondered how you would deal with work in your office. Fortunately you sat at a desk most of the day and there should not be a problem but you would have to forget about squash and gym workouts for a week. Standing up in the train there was less pain from your nipples but the welded metal ball ring pulled your testes into the base of the ball sacks and this was another pain to be reckoned with.

Despite your pain you were very happy. You had endured a weekend of unforgettable bondage, torture and rape but you had enjoyed every minute of it. You felt safe in the hands of Master Peter and on the second day you had met Master Mark, who had promised to be in touch with you. Despite the fact that Master Peter had invited his friends to tie and abuse you he made sure you came to no harm.

You were calm and at peace with yourself. All your petty worries and work problems seemed ridiculously trivial and you vouched to forget about them. Everything seemed so much clearer now. This enabled you to focus on the bigger picture of your life, your work and your future. The first decision you would make would be to go work for the accounting firm in the city, which had promised you a senior position. You were noncommittal when they offered you the job last week, thinking it would be disloyal of you to leave your current firm. You now realize there are larger things in life than loyalty to some small accounting firm in the suburbs. You would resign first thing tomorrow and take up the city offer. The second decision you would make would be to be positive about your future. There was no reason why you should not try those new management strategies at the new firm and they were sure to make you and the firm a fortune. Yes, things would change from now on.

As the train neared the city your mind wandered to Master Mark. Master Peter did not mind when he said he wanted to meet you later. In fact Master Peter seemed almost pleased with this arrangement. You knew they were good friends and both successful businessmen in the city. Like Master Peter, Master Mark seemed gentle compared to the rough handling from the other masters over the weekend. He was firm, knew what he wanted, but in forcing you to comply he was gentle and affectionate. You knew you would be safe in his hands.

Both Masters had given strict instructions, that the butt plug must be inserted every night and tied in place. You knew you would do this unfailingly. The ball ring and nipple padlocks would remain in place until they decided otherwise. You were bound to them by the physical evidence and by their trust in you as a slave.

It was dark by the time you got home so you showered and prepared for bed. As you inserted the butt plug you immediately got an erection then realized that despite being erect for the whole weekend, you had not shot your load. You beat off furiously and a massive amount of splashed cum over the bathroom floor. As you viewed your naked body in front of the mirror, with its padlocks and ball ring and the ropes tying in the butt plug, you got erect again. You suspected this would be an ongoing problem and the only way you could avoid beating off repeatedly was to cuff your hands behind you. You got your hand cuffs and locked your wrists behind you back. Immediately you felt the memories of the weekend surging back and you felt calm. You went to bed and slept soundly.

As the alarm woke you with a start you tried to turn it off and only succeeded in banging your head on the table and nearly tearing your nipples off as you had forgotten about the cuffs and the nipple padlocks. It took you ages to get the key in the cuffs, release yourself and get ready for work. In order to hide the impression of the padlocks on your white business shirt you wore an undershirt. Fortunately the ball ring would be hidden in your pants but you still felt the pressure on your balls when you stood up.

At work you confirmed that the new position was still open and the manager said he looked forward to having you start next week. Your boss was not happy that you were leaving but suggested there were more where you came from, reconfirming your resolve to get out at the end of the week, at the same time wondering why you had stuck it so long. Loyalty was not even skin deep with this crowd.

In the afternoon you got two phone calls. The first was from your new manager, who said to be sure to bring your social security card next week. Before he hung up he said how much he had enjoyed meeting you at the weekend. Before you could answer he had hung up. What did he mean, meeting you at the weekend. You had never seen him before. Was he one of the masters at Master Peter?s house? That?s the only possible way he could have met you. You thought the circle of BDSM masters in town was small; now it seemed to be bursting out in all directions.

The other phone call was from Master Mark. He immediately had your full attention and as he spoke you found yourself answering him with ??. sir?. How easily you had become a slave. Master Mark said he had put in a good word for you at your new firm and that you would have no trouble settling in. You wondered last week how you had been offered the job by just sending your resume; not even an interview. Now you realized that Master Mark was a significant person in the city and when he said something, people jumped. You relished the though of serving this powerful man. He told you that he was arranging something for the weekend so not to make any arrangements.

Arrangements! You had forgotten all about your other friends and were prepared to let everything go except serving your Masters. Form then on, whenever you felt the tug of the ball ring or when the nipple padlocks caught on your shirt you surged with enthusiasm not only for the prospects of the weekend but even for your work. Your colleagues commented that you must be on drugs, you seemed so happy and keen. They were even more surprised when they heard that you had resigned, expecting you to loose all interest in your current job. Not so. Life seemed there to enjoy and you put your everything into every moment of it.

On the Thursday Master Mark phoned you with instructions for the weekend. You would be his entry at an exhibition of slaves at the local leather club. You had been to the club once but were shy and did not mix with the others. Now you would be exhibited for all to see and despite your shyness, would have no control over what would happen. The idea got you hard immediately and you hoped it did not show through your pants. His instructions were to start on the liquid protein diet so that you would not be full of shit. Also be sure you get a No 1 buzz cut. Three enemas the evening beforehand; butt plug tied in place, chaps, boots, leather jacket, then just wait in your apartment. You knew your head would not remain uncovered for long. Master Peter said he had a hood for you.

That evening you visited the hair dressers for a No 1 hair cut. You felt much more the slave when you saw yourself in the mirror with hardly any hair left on your head.

You threw yourself back into your work and even on your last day you completed more accounts that the rest of the office put together. As you cleared out your desk you could hardly contain your excitement at leaving, but you bid everyone a warm goodbye.

You rushed home and immediately started the enema preparations. From the start the water was almost clear so you were happy that you would not get punished for leaving shit in there. You decided to use a slightly larger butt plug, which you had just purchased. The old butt plug slipped in very easily during its nightly insertion and you were afraid it would fall out, despite tying it firmly into place. The new plug went in after a struggle and your arse clamped around the base. You wrapped the rope around your waist and then between you legs and over the plug, spreading it around your cock and ball ring, and tying it front and back. Next the chaps and boots felt snug and they emphasized the ball ring and butt plug. The plug felt comfortable when you were standing but was painful when you sat on a chair, as it was forced deeper into your arse.

Five minutes to go and you assumed the position of subservience in the hallway, on your knees, hands behind your back and looking at the floor. The roar of a motor bike faded as it entered the car park under your apartment building. Two minute later you heard the thud of booted feet on the stairs outside your door. You had left he door unlocked and within a few seconds you saw a pair of knee high boots and leather covered muscular legs standing before you. The smell of leather and exhaust fumes was powerful.

Without saying anything, Master Mark went past you and into the living room. You dared not look, so kept your eyes caste down to the floor. You heard the thump of a heavy bag dropped to the floor then the chink of glass as Master poured himself a drink from your expensive liquor collection. You rarely drank but always kept a comprehensively stocked drinks cabinet for friends.

?Here boy. Crawl over to me? commanded Master.

With head bowed you crawled on all fours to Masters booted feet. He lifted his legs up onto your back and crossed his legs, using you as a footstool. The weight of his booted feet and his muscular legs caused your back to sink and you struggled to stop it sagging. Master flicked on the TV to watch the evening stock market reports, congratulating himself as the report indicated that he had made another small fortune today.

When Master Mark had finished his drink he took his feet of you and sank into the chair.

?Turn around and look at me boy?, he said in a commanding way that left no room for discussion.

You swiveled around to look him in the face. At first his appearance took your breath away. You remembered his handsome features from the previous weekend but when he was standing over your spread eagled body in the fading light you had not got a clear look. His chiseled features and muscular frame attested to many hours spent in the gym. He was well groomed and wore expensive leather clothes. A gold watch glinted from beneath the cuff of his leather jacket. When he spoke it was with a cultured accent, confirming a privileged upbringing.

?OK boy, this is the scene. This weekend you are mine. Understand??

?Yes sir? you replied without hesitation.

?Tonight is the Annual Exhibition of Slaves at the leather club. You will be my exhibit. You will be taken to the club as a slave and for the entire evening you will be kept bound. At the club slaves will be put into three slave positions and slaves will be judged on these positions and anything else the master does with the slave. For the moment you don?t need to know any more details. Masters and slaves will arrive early so that slaves can be prepared before the others arrive?

?I understand sir?. You were thrilled with this prospect of public bondage and servitude, but wondered what the ?anything else? referred to. Whipping maybe. Fucking, probably not, but Master is very liberated and it might be part of the act he had in mind. Whatever, you were sure you would not have any say in the activities.

?If at any time you complain, or decide you don?t want to continue, you can nod your head three times and you will be released. At that point you will discontinue any relationship with me. Understand??

?Yes sir. That will not happen sir?.

?Good, now face away and put your hands behind you.?

Hand cuffs were deftly applied and locked to prevent tightening. The cuffs were much heavier than your own and you suspect they were genuine prison cuffs. Next master pulled a leather hood over your head. The hood had pin holes for the eyes and a hole for the mouth. He cinched it by tightly tying the cords at the back and threaded a studded collar through the holes in the neck part. The collar was fasted with a heavy padlock. Into your mouth he forced a ball gag, tightening the straps around the back of your head.

Your field of vision was limited by the pin holes but you could see immediately in front. Master then pulled a back helmet from his bag and put it over your head, fastening the chin straps. It was impossible to see through the helmet so nobody could see the hooded and gagged head inside. The only part that was visible was the studded collar and padlock at the back of your neck.

?OK boy, lets go?.

Master pushed you out of the door and then you took the fire stairs to the car park in the basement. This way Master avoided and traffic on the main apartment stairs. You stepped carefully, feeling the edges of the stairs with your feet before going down. You did not want to trip and fall head first.

In the basement car park you could see Masters powerful bike parked in the shadows. He pushed you towards it and commanded you to sit of the pillion seat. As you straddled the bike you started to loose your balance but Masters arms were there immediately to steady you and guide you to the seat. As you lowered yourself you felt the butt plug forced further into your arse and you grunted at the pain. Master placed your boots on the foot rests and you felt metal clamps drawn around your ankles, fixing them to the bike. With your cuffed hands you could feel the grab rails at the back of the bike and using a padlock Master fixed the cuffs to the rail. You grasped the rail to steady yourself, for what you knew would be a 10 Km twisting journey.

Master mounted the bike and gunned it into action. Within seconds you were speeding along the dark streets of the city. You grabbed the rail hard as the bike twisted in and out of traffic and wondered how you would explain your situation to the Police if they stopped the bike. At traffic lights you noticed that adjacent car drivers saw your cuffed hands and clamped feet and their jaws dropped, but the bike sped away before they would do anything. Occasionally a car would pip its horn and you knew that you had been noticed. You enjoyed this anonymous enslavement, wondering if any of your colleagues of friends were seeing the spectacle without realizing who was inside that leathered and hooded body.

The traffic thinned as you approached the club. The entrance was down a quiet back street and you noticed that not many bikes or cars were parked in the parking lot. You did notice a master leading a slave by a collar and leash towards the entrance. The slave wore leather shorts and boots only and was cuffed and gagged. He glanced at your body bound to the back of the bike as you passed.

Your mind was racing trying to think what would be in store for you tonight. You had dreamed of public bondage and humiliation and only your shyness had prevented this in the past. Now you had surrendered yourself to Master Mark and had already lost control over your fate.

The bike pulled into a parking space and died when Master removed the key. Master removed your helmet then said ?wait here? and went into the club, leaving you bound to the bike. Other club goers passed the bike and a few stopped to look at the spectacle of a boy in leather and boots, hooded and gagged and chained to a motor bike. You were totally unable to talk with them, or move and their comments and laughter heightened your arousal; you knew you were at their mercy if they decided to do anything to you.

Time passed. Your arse ached from the butt plug and your were beginning to wonder if Master Mark would leave you there all night.

Part 6

It seemed hours before Master Peter returned. The street was filling with people going to the club. Almost everyone was in leather and boots and some were being led by collars and leashes, some wore only shorts or leather thongs and were handcuffed and others wore harnesses and muzzles. This was obviously going to be some event. Master released the padlock holding you cuffed wrists to the grab rail and the shackles around you ankles. He steadied you as you slid off the bike and immediately pushed you to your knees. A small crowd gathered to watch him attach a chain to your collar then yank you to your feet and pull you towards the club entrance.

As you entered you noticed that slaves were already in position in the hall way. Several were naked, and tied with rope and cuffs to the columns which lined the side walls. Each one had his wrists cuffed back behind the wide columns. Their legs were manacled by a chains passing behind the column. Some had weights attached to their balls by parachutes, others had chastity devices locked in place. All were gagged with a mixture of bit gags, ball gags or duck tape and all had some form of eye cover. Each slave hand either weights attached to nipple rings or nipple clamps with connecting chain and weights. They all squirmed with pain as they tried to relieve the pressure in the wrists, balls or nipples.

Master Mark pulled you through to the main room. In the centre was a spot lit stage and your eyes were drawn to the four metal frames that had been erected in the centre. Each frame was about 3 metres square with cross pieces and fixed above by chains disappearing to the ceiling and to the floor by padlocks. You noticed several masters and slaves already on the stage.

Carefully you made your way to the steps leading to the stage, avoiding slaves on the floor licking their masters boots or sitting, cuffed, at their masters feet. On the stage you were placed before a frame and only then were you able to look out onto the audience, noticing hundreds of eyes fixed on you through the glare of the spot lights. Eyes were fixed onto your exposed balls with the heavy ball ring and to the rope keeping the butt plug in place. You were blushing inside your hood and immediately started to get an erection.

The first thing Master Mark did was to uncuff you and you rubbed your wrists; the cuffs had bitten into your wrists from the bike journey which left you hanging onto the grab rail of the motor bike. Next Master Mark removed your leather jacket and the cool air was a welcome relief as you had started to sweat inside it. Master gently but firmly stood you in front of the frame and then attached leather cuffs to your wrists. To these he attached chains, which he threaded through pulleys at the corners of the frames. He pulled at the chains, lifting your arms towards the corners of the frame so that they were in line with the cross beams of the frame. Master brought the chains together over your head, threaded both though another pulley at the top of the frame then bought them down and padlocked them to the back of your collar. Immediately you felt the pressure in the collar and shuffled to relief the tension.

You were already feeling exposed and vulnerable, being strung up in front of a crowd, on a stage and in a spot light. Your erection was starting to get painful and this added to your excitement.

Next Master threaded chains through your ankle cuffs and pulled you feet to the bottom corners of the frame. This added more pressure on your neck and forced you to sand on your toes, as much as your boots would allow. You were barely able to breath as Master padlocked the ankle chains in place.

And there you were, hooded and gagged, bare chested with your padlocked nipples exposed, your cock and balls swinging under the weight of the ball ring, butt plugged and spread eagled in front of a crowd. It seemed as though everyone was looking at you and you relished in the attention, the servitude, the exposure and the scene which defined you as some else?s slave and property.

With a handful of small straps Master proceeded to tie your arms to the cross beams of the frame; one around your wrists, one at the elbows and one at the shoulders. He then placed a belt around your upper chest and another around your upper abdomen and threaded them through the back of the frame. This effectively anchored you to the frame and relieved some of the pressure on your wrists and neck. Next Master did the same with your legs tying straps around your thighs, knees and ankles so that you were stretched and fixed to the frame is a spread eagled position, with your cock and balls swinging freely. You felt like a public slut with every part open to public inspection and abuse. Whilst you could not recognize any familiar faces in the audience your vision was limited by the pin holes in the mask and you wondered if anyone would recognize you were the hood not padlocked around your head.

Other slaves around you were being prepared. With your limited vision and movement you could make out five other frames. One slave was completely naked with only a bit gag in his mouth and was strung up by his wrists to the top beam. He was groaning as his master spread his legs to the bottom corners of the frame but the more he groaned the harder his master pulled on the ropes. Another was bucking and squirming as his master had him bent over and was forcing a dildo up his arse. This was then tied in place with ropes around his balls and waist. Another was handcuffed and hooded and fixed by chains from his collar to the sides of the frame and by chains around his cock and balls to the bottom beam. You could not clearly see the others but from the periodic grunts and muffled screams you suspected that they were being strung up is some painful position.

After half an hour all the masters left the stage, leaving only the six slave strung up on their frames and exposed in the spot lights. You were unable to move a muscle, your arms and legs being firmly bound to the frame and your head and neck immobilized by the chain connected to the collar. Your hooded head and gag prevented you from uttering any sound. All you could do was periodically suck in your arse to move the butt plug in and out slightly and this set your heavy ball ring swinging and pain in your balls. Your cock remained rigidly at attention and you felt precum dripping down its shaft. Never before had you been so publicly exposed and displayed. Sounds from around you suggested that some of the other slaves were not so immobilized. The occasional groan or clank of chains indicated to you that they were writhing in their bondage.

What little you could see of the audience through the pin holes in your hood showed that they were very interested in you. After an hour some members of the audience were appointed judges and wandered about the stage with making comments and scribbling notes.

After a further 10 minutes Master Mark appeared and without saying anything untied the rope fixing your butt plug in place and yanked it out. You groaned deeply as the widest part of the plug past through your arse but you were relieved when only a small amount of gas followed. Never the less Master wiped your arse and discarded the cloth on the floor. Then, standing in front of you so that both you and the audience could see what he was doing, he removed his own cock from his tight leather pants and with one move encased it in a black condom. The audience anticipated what was about to happen and erupted into cheers. Carefully he stroked his cock to erection and applied a small amount of jelly before going behind you. You trembled at the though of being publicly raped but were excited beyond your dreams.

Slowly and with much gyrating of hips, Master Mark forced his huge cock into your arse and slowly began pumping away. Each thrust sent your weighted balls swinging and the audience cheered. Master grasped your thighs to get better penetration so that now each thrust felt like he was drilling away at your very insides. You were immobile and without any control over your body. You were being publicly abused and raped, and you loved every minute of it. You felt Masters thrusting becoming harder and more frequent and within a few minutes he lurched forward, penetrating you with the force of a horse and you felt the warm cum filling his condom. Slowly he released his grip on your thighs and back up. You felt a plop as his huge cock freed itself of your arse. He deftly removed the condom before standing once again in front of you and acknowledging the cheers of the crowd. It took forever for his erection to go down and only then, with difficulty, did he manage to force it back inside his pants.

You were sweating and breathless at the humiliation of a public raping. But you were filled with immense satisfaction and pleasure. As you regulated your breathing you detected other masters approaching their slaves. Some raped their slaves as you have been but because of inefficient gags the slave groaned and cried out. Some bent their slave forward and whipped their slaves on the backs and arse. Others forced their slaves to kneel and fucked them in the mouth. For the next hour you stood their immobile while this orgy of public humiliation took place around you. Once again members of the audience in the front row were writing on clip boards and a panel were collecting marks at a side table.

Eventually all the masters were again summoned to the stage and proceeded to prepare their slaves for the third and final act of this bizarre spectacle. Master Mark slowly untied all your bonds and had you kneel on the floor through the frame with the cross beams over your back. With a wide belt he tied your back and abdomen to the underside of the crossbeam and spread your legs to the bottom corners of the frame. Your wrists were padlocked behind your back and tied to the crossbeam. Another rope from the back of your collar was pulled upwards and tied to the crossbeam, thereby forcing you head upwards, face forward. Master removed the ball gag and offered you a drink of beer, the first drink you had since leaving your apartment some hours ago. Once you had finished the beer he inserted a dental gag and fixed it behind your head. By slowly opening the ratchet he spread your jaws wide apart. Because you could not now swallow, spittle dribbled onto the floor. Beneath you your weighted balls swung freely and precum continued to pour from your cock.

Master then left the stage and waited in the audience while the other slaves were prepared. Some masters seemed not to know how to tie their slaves and made several attempts to secure them to the frame but eventually all slave were tied into some new position, some on their knees, others spread eagled, others upright with hands and elbows tied tightly behind their backs.

After another half and hour a pool of spittle had gathered beneath your head. You neck was beginning to ache and you were getting cramp in your legs. If you moved your balls started to swing sending shock waves through your balls. You noticed Master Mark get up from his seat and make for the stage. But he was not alone. With shock and pleasure you noticed that Master Peter was joining him. You had not noticed Master Peter amidst the sea of leather and boots but when he stood you recognized his tall muscular features. He was bare chested, in chaps and boots and with a military cap on. He look devastatingly handsome and cruel.

Master Peter positioned himself behind you on his knees and without ceremony started to fuck you. At the same time Master Mark, having already fucked you up the arse, knelt and inserted his condom covered cock into the depths of your mouth. The audience applauded and some moved to the side of the stage to get a better view of this raping from both ends. Because Master Mark was gentle whilst fucking your mouth you did not gag. Occasionally when Master Peter was thrusting up your arse, Master Peter?s cock would reach the depths of your throat and you would heave. They tried to synchronize their movements so that one would thrust while the other would pull out. However, as the pace increased they became uncoordinated and they continued to ruthlessly pound you from both ends, sending spasms of pain and nausea through your bound body. Eventually both shot their loads and leaned forward to kiss each other. This bought the house down and the audience erupted into cheering.

As they left the stage Master Mark released your head, which slumped forwards. Your jaws remained spread wide apart but you were grateful for the release of pressure on your neck. Saliva poured from your mouth onto the floor in front of you and you noisily passed gas from your arse, but nothing else came out. Eventually you just hung there, wrists and body supported by the beams of the frame and arse and mouth still exposed to whoever wanted to take advantage of you.

Other masters proceeded to abuse their slaves. Some whipped them causing them to shudder and jerk on the frames and scream into their gags. Others were fucked up the arse or in the mouth. The whole show lasted another hour, with continual applause and shouts of approval from the audience. Eventually the judges completed their task. Slaves, including yourself, were released from the frames and knelt in a line on the stage. Each slave was retied and in your case Master Mark cuffed your hand behind you and reinserted the ball gag. He did not reinsert the butt plug but you knew your arse would not be open for much longer. He attached a chain to your collar and stood behind you. Each slave hung their head in an attitude of subservience, although some were still recovering from being whipped or raped and shuddered where they knelt. Other masters stood behind their slaves and stood so as best to show their muscular physiques, arms folded and shoulders back.

As the results were announced you were amused to glace at the third and second place getters; young, lean slaves almost naked except for leather shorts and G strings but with heavy collars and, of course, hands cuffed behind them. As the first place was announced you had no idea they were calling your name and that of Master Mark. It was not until Master pulled on your collar, forcing you to stand up that you realized that you had won first prize. As you stood there, bare chest with padlocked nipple thrust forward and ball swinging with their heavy ring, you felt a surge of respect and affection for Masters Mark and Peter who had brought you to this level of servitude. A plaque reading ? Slave of the Year? was hung around your neck and Master Mark received an envelope containing cash, which he immediately donated to the local AIDS foundation, to yet more crashing applause.

As the noise subsided Master Mark lead you by the chain down to his table on the floor and pushed you down by his chair, where you sat obediently with your head bowed. He removed the ball gag and put beer and food in bowls on the floor. You eagerly dug into the food, doggy fashion, and lapped up the beer, hardly realizing how hungry and thirsty you were.

For the remainder of the evening you sat at Master Mark?s feet and only when most of the crowd has dispersed did he lead you out to the car park again. In a quiet corner of the car park Master Mark hugged you and kissed you saying he was really proud of you and that you were destined to be the best slave he will ever own. He explained that for the rest of the weekend you would be a slave in his house and would go to your own home only on Sunday evening. You should be prepared to be in chains all weekend, to do household chores and to be at his sexual call any time of the day or night. You eagerly agreed to all of this and felt immensely satisfied that you had been of service to him.

Your cuffed wrists were chained to the grab rail and your booted ankle clamped to the bike as before but the butt plug was left out so the journey was so much more tolerable. Your hood and gag were, again, obscured by the black helmet. Although the streets were almost deserted you caught the occasional look as someone in a passing car noticed bare arse, handcuffs and shackles on your legs. You wondered if they were truly shocked or envious of your situation. You knew where you would rather be, and snuggled closer to Master Mark as he sped towards his house.

Part 7

As you sped towards the exclusive outer suburbs you thought about your situation. Here you were, handcuffed, hooded and gagged, chained on the back of a motorbike with your arse exposed, cock and weighted balls bouncing on the seat and nipples padlocked. You had spent a great evening as Master Mark’s slave and, although you knew he was a friend of Master Peter, you had no idea if he would beat the shit out of you, strangle you or otherwise put an end to your life. You prayed that your instincts were correct; Master Mark seemed powerful but gentle, firm but affectionate and, above all, you had not had any glimmer that he had a nasty streak, and he had had plenty of time to harm you if he wanted to. Besides, people had seen you leave the club with him; but who can tell what story he had told them.

The streets became progressively less trafficked, the houses scattered and behind tall brick walls. At the end of one leafy street Master Mark slowed to a crawl and stopped in front of impressive solid carved gates. They looked menacing as he pushed a remote control and they groaned as they parted. The single track inside the gates was illuminated by lamps in the manicured gardens, beyond which you could see expanses of moon-lit lawn and large, established trees. The small, double storied house loomed into view and you noted the finely crafted wooden latticework and gables over the doors and double glass doors on the front of the house. A garage door opened remotely and Master Mark drove in and parked next to a dark green Jaguar, beyond which you noticed an older Rolls Royce. The cars gleamed in the bright garage lights and were clearly object of great affection. The triple garage space was otherwise home to a variety of tools and boxes, all neatly arranged. The appearance was one of organization and efficiency.

Master Mark removed your helmet, hood, handcuffs and leg clamps and told you to kneel on the floor and wait. You cast you eyes to the floor and, with your hands behind you, assumed the slaves position, which you had come to know very well. Your weighted balls swung between your legs and beneath your leather jacket you felt your padlocked nipples whenever you moved. Although the floor felt hard on your knees you knew better than to move, or complain. You focused on the evenings activities to distract your mind from the pain.

When Master Mark returned he attached a heavy chain to the ball ring and pulled you to your feet.

‘Follow me’ he ordered and, without any chance for a response, pulled you forward and into the house through and internal door. The heavy chain pulled your balls into the lowest part of your ball sack but you dared not touch them. Instead you kept you hands behind your back.

Through an inconspicuous door Master led you down a wooden stair-case to a basement, dimly illuminated by a couple of wall lights. Within a short while you realized this was the dungeon that Master Peter had told you about. In one corner a St Andrew’s Cross was pivoted on a large, central bolt, with multiple straps along each limb to fix a slave without any possibility of moving. A small metal cage was in another corner. From the ceiling hung a variety of chains and ropes, including chains with metal neck collars attached. The walls were lined with all manner of bondage equipment, such as in a BDSM store. A metal gym frame dominated the center of the dungeon. From each corner of the frame hung chains and handcuffs and a rope noose hung from the center of the top bar. To one side a rubber, padded table had fixation points around its edge and a central hole for arse or cock and ball work. Hanging in one corner was a variety of hoods, collars, gags, leather and rubber clothing, whips and paddles. You noticed a small bathroom off to one side.

Without ceremony Master Mark pulled you to the floor and padlocked the chain to a bolt in the floor, forcing your legs apart and you balls to within a few inches of the floor. He quickly pulled a tight rubber hood over your head. There were pin holes over the eyes and the mouth hole was filled with a ball gag which Master tied tightly behind your head. You felt the collar tighten and then a click as a further padlock ensured the hood would not be removed. Master removed your leather jacket and deftly applied rigid handcuffs which enabled no movement of your hands behind your back. He applied leather cuffs to your elbows and pulled them firmly together behind your back.

You squatted there, fixed by your ball ring to the floor, hooded, gagged, with your elbows and wrists firmly anchored behind your back. After a few moments you felt Master apply chains to your padlocked nipples. Nobody had touched your nipples since they were pierced and the padlocks locked into places some 8 days before. There was no pain, just a pulling sensation as chains were lifted up and attached to some point in the ceiling. Any movement downwards however, resulted in pain in your nipples and any movement upwards cause your balls to be painfully stretched. You groaned with satisfaction when as you settled into you new slave position. Although you could not see anything that was not immediately in front of you, you detected that Master had left the dungeon and heard his booted feet on the stairs up to the house.

The dim light in the dungeon enabled you to fix your limited vision on the equipment around you. Although you were naked you were not cold. The dungeon was heated via ceiling ducts and every now and then you heard a distant heater turn on. The tiles on the floor were old and cracked, but clean and you smelled a faint aroma of disinfectant. The equipment and dungeon appeared well used but clean and well maintained. This scene gave you confidence that this Master was experienced, careful and likely to take care of his slaves, as well as he did his property.

You heard thumping around in the main house above you as master moved from room to room. You heard water running as master had a shower, then more thumping as he replaced his boots and moved around the house again. You estimated you had been chained up for an hour before you heard Masters footsteps on the dungeon stairs. Without ceremony Master Mark unchained your ball ring and pulled you to your feet. He attached a chain to your rigid handcuffs and pulled it over a ceiling beam. As he pulled on the chain your arms were raised painfully behind your back. With the hood and gag in place you could only grunt and gasp. As your arms were raised up, your head was thrust forwards and when Master attached another chain to the front of your collar and pulled it to the bolt hole in the floor, you were fixed in position. As a final gesture to fixing you in position Master attached leather cuffs to each ankle and fixed them wide apart via chains to more bolt holes in the floor. You could neither move upwards nor downwards, to the right or to the left. The chain attached to your nipples hung down in front of you and, although it remained fixed to the ceiling it was not under tension.

In this position your arse for completely exposed and your balls hung down weighted by the ring. You felt Masters hands caressing your buttocks and balls and stoking your rigid cock. This caused spasms of erotic tension which caused you to strain against your arms and neck and sent your weighted balls swinging. Master slowly entered your arse with his fingers and smeared lubricant around and inside your hole. You felt him enter with one, two, three fingers and stretch your arse by flexing his fingers and moving them in and out repeatedly. You then felt him grasp your waist and fix you onto his erect cock which he slowly worked inside you. He thrust deeper and deeper until the whole shaft was buried in your arse. Slowly he pumped away, sometimes playing around the entrance, sometimes thrusting up to his pubic hairs, at which stage you felt his leather clad legs banging against your buttocks. He took delight in varying his thrusting motion, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, sometime moving in a circular motion, so you never knew what to expect. The whole scene had you trembling with excitement and your cock was oozing pre cum onto the tiled floor. You were able only to groan as any movement was impossible.

Eventually Master made a series of deep lunges and held himself deep inside you as you felt the warm rush of semen fill his condom. He held himself there for what seemed like eternity before pulling out. You heard him remove the condom and then felt the caress of a towel, as he wiped your arse. He continued to play with your arse and after a short while you felt your arse stretching again as he inserted a butt plug. The plug was larger than his cock and you groaned and bucked as he pushed past the widest part of the plug. With a groan of relieve you felt your muscles clamp around the narrow base. Master tied a rope around your waist then between your legs to fasten the butt plug in place.

By this time your arms were aching and your neck was sore from being pulled down to the floor. Master released the hand and elbow cuffs and untied your ankles. He released the chain around your neck which enabled you to stand upright again. With the hood and gag still in place you sighed with relief and massaged some life back into your wrists and hands before a smart whack on your arse with a whip brought you to your senses. How could you have thought to do something without permission? You quickly bought your hands behind your back, in the slaves position and bowed your hooded head in submission.

‘That’s better’ Master Mark growled as he pushed you forwards towards the St Andrew’s Cross, dragging the chain attached to your ball ring behind you.

He turned you so that your back was to the cross then lifted your legs onto the foot rests. He quickly fastened the straps around your legs and arms then three straps across your chest and abdomen and one around each upper thigh. You were unable to move. Master fastened the collar to another bolt hole before removing the gag. The fresh air was so sweat as you cleared the spit from your mouth and licked you lips.

‘Thank you sir’, was all you could say, but the relief was real.

The chain, still hanging from your balls, was looped and tied so that it hung only a short length from your ball ring. The weight however, ensured that your balls were forced to the deepest part of the sac.

Without warning Master started to turn the cross like the hand on a clock. When you were horizontal the heavy chain wrenched you balls sideways and as you opened your mouth to gasp Master thrust his erect cock into you open mouth. Because your neck was fixed to the frame you could not avoid the thrusting cock.

‘Suck it boy and don’t bite’.

You opened your mouth as wide as it would go in order to accommodate Masters huge member. You tasted the condom which Master said he would use, at least until he knew you and your habits a little more. You wondered how Master managed to maintain his erection, having just cum in your arse, but he had no trouble maintaining a rock hard cock. As he thrust deeper and deeper you gagged and felt some spit come into your mouth, to lubricate Masters cock even more. You felt powerless; hooded, plugged and tied to the cross you had no control of your body or who should choose to abuse it. The pain from your stretched balls and the plug in your arse ensured you did not loose your own erection.

Master pounded your mouth mercilessly. As your jaws began to ache you could no longer keep it open and in a flash Master withdrew and slapped you on the arse as he felt your teeth on his cock. Immediately he forced your mouth open again and inserted an ‘O’ gag which keep your teeth well apart. He tied the straps tightly behind your neck so there was no chance of your jaws coming together again. He resumed fucking your mouth and you periodically gagged when his dick hit the back of your throat. This seemed to excite Master even more. The collar anchored your head so you had no way to avoid the onslaught. With one heave he thrust into the very depths of your throat and you felt him shudder as he spurted yet another load into your body.

Without ceremony Master Mark withdrew his cock and straightened the cross so that you were once again positioned vertical. The chains now pulled your balls painfully downwards but at least your feet rested on the foot-rests and the pressure from the straps was relieved on your arms and legs. Master untied the ‘O’ gag and replaced it with a bit gag. Even on top of the mask the gag pulled painfully on the corners of your mouth as Master tightened the straps before going back upstairs into the house.

The dim light was poor company and only enabled to focus your limited vision on the other items of torture in the dungeon. As time passed your mind turned over the events of the past 24 hours; the humiliation at the club, the near naked ride, the abuse in the dungeon and all the time your body had been the property of Master Mark. He had ensured you had no control of it by constantly keeping it exposed, cuffed and bound and by making sure you had no say in events by keeping you gagged and hooded. Here you were, plugged, gagged, hooded and bound to the cross. Slave heaven, you thought and your erect cock and balls ached for release. Any movement, slight though it was, only caused searing pain in your chained and weighted balls, so you kept as still as possible.

It seemed like hours before you realized that there was no movement in the house above you. You strained to listen but silence was all that surrounded you. You realized that Master had gone to sleep, leaving you tied to the cross. More hours passed and you eventually dozed off. The night passed and you were intermittently awakened by pain in your balls or pain in your arse as your muscles relaxed and the plug moved slightly downwards forcing the wider part of the plug to stretch your arse. Each time you woke gasping for air as your head had moved slumped forwards and the collar threatened to cut off your breathing. Each time you forced yourself to regulate your breathing and calm down. Spit dribbled from around the bit gag so you were not struggling to swallow it.

On one occasion you could no longer hold your piss and you groaned with relief as you pissed onto the tiled floor; a small moment of pleasure when all around you was pain.

Eventually your arms became quite numb and whilst you could move your fingers you noticed that you had no feeling in them. Your legs seemed OK, notwithstanding the tight straps which anchored them to the cross.

More time passed. Eventually you heard the dawn chorus in the garden and through a chink in the blacked windows you noticed daylight. Banging on the floors above you indicated that Master was awake and shortly he came down the stairs, naked. Firstly he removed the bit gag and hood and you gasped as the cool, fresh air hit your face. He then removed the chain from your balls and all the straps which secured you to the cross. In the end you were fixed only by your neck collar and as he released this you slumped forwards over his shoulders. You realized you had lost all power in your arms and legs and as Master lowered you into the pool of piss on the floor you struggled randomly to get some circulation moving. On the cold tiles slowly sensation returned but it was another 10 minutes before you could stand without falling over.

Wearing on the ball weight and butt plug Master lead you into the bathroom and instructed you to remove the plug then take a shower. You sat on the toilet and released the rope fixing the plug in place. Surprisingly the plug did not fall out but you had to force it out, eventually pulling on it from below. An explosion of shit and air followed and you were grateful to be on the toilet. Master Mark stood over you with his arms folded. He said he wanted to piss and with more ado proceeded to piss over you, saturating your hair and rivulets of piss running around your body and onto the floor and toilet. He then left silently.

The shower felt so good. Warm and cleansing it helped ease the aches out of your muscles and enabled you to clean the dried sweat and piss from your skin. You dared no linger around your cock and balls with the soap as you felt an erection start whenever you went near them. Since Master did not return you dried yourself and decided you had better clean the piss of the bathroom and dungeon floors, or you imagine he would have you licking it up.

Just as you were finishing wiping the floors you were startled by the sound of boots on floorboards, laughter and chairs scraping.

Part 8

The sounds from the house above suggested Master Mark was not alone. You heard several voices, one of which you recognized as that of your original Master, Peter. You were pleased that Master Peter was in the group; he was someone who treated you firmly, but with respect and you knew that you would come to no harm while he was around. You did not recognize the third voice, a deep resonant voice with a European accent. You suspect the third person was German and you remember that both Masters Peter and Mark had spent several holidays trawling the leather bars of Berlin and Hamburg.

You finished showering in the bathroom next to the dungeon and cleaned up the piss and water on the floor. You were naked apart from the heavy ball ring, which pulled your balls into the base of your ball sac. Master Mark had not given any instructions to you, so you decided to tidy up the towels, ropes, chains and condoms, which littered the dungeon after last nights activities. You cleaned the ropes and chains with water and wiped the leather straps on the cross with leather cleaner. Having cleaned and tidied everything you knelt on the floor with your hands behind your back and awaited further developments.

Shortly Master Mark’s boots were heard on the floor above followed by those of his guests. All were talking and laughing as they made their way down the steps to the dungeon. With your eyes cast down all you could see were three pairs of boots before you. You recognized Master Marks tall boots from the evening before and Master Peter’s army boots had their characteristic shine to them. The third pair of boots were black cowboy boots over tight black leather pants.

‘That’s good boy. I like a slave who cleans up his mess without being prompted. It shows that the slave knows his place as the domestic slut he is’, said Master Mark.

‘Yeah, he’s learning fast. Soon he’ll be useful as a slave for hiring out to masters around town. Some of them are real dirty pigs and he we can earn a fortune hiring him out to clean up their stinking mess’ said Master Peter.

‘He can start with cleaning my dungeon’, the new voice said quickly. ‘Of course he will need to wear my slave shackles, but I guess he’ll manage. I’ll just chain him to the wall until you can come and collect him’.

You were intrigued by the newcomer. He had a deep, sonorous voice and, despite the accent, was clearly well educated. You knew that Peter and Mark had several wealthy friends and hoped this man was one of them.

‘OK boy, here’s the deal’. Master Peter was taking charge.

‘You’ve come a long way in the past few months. Each weekend you’ve been subjected to severe and prolonged bondage and torture. You’ve been fucked in every hole, usually several times a night, without complaint. You’ve obeyed our instructions without question and without us having to the beat the shit out of you, except when it pleased us to whip your arse. Several of our friends have commented on how lucky we are and whilst we have shared you with some of them, we do not trust all of them and will protect you from them. Our new friends here, Ian, is from Germany and has invited up to his place in the forest.’

Your mind was spinning. You dared not look up without permission but you were dying to glance at this new Master. Instead you kept your eyes on the boots in front of you and your hands behind your back.

‘How does that sound boy?’

‘Thank you sir. I’d like that very much’, you replied.

‘This is no weekend trip boy. We plan to be away for a long time, maybe several months. Can you manage that?’

‘Yes sir. I think I can take leave from my job’. You knew that with your boss’s connections to the leather scene that he would be well informed of your plans and would not object.

Master Ian spoke and immediately you were aroused. ‘OK, this is what will happen. We fly to Germany next month. For the journey you will were a rubber butt plug, held in place with tight leather ropes. You will wear a rubber cock and ball ring. These devices will be put on you shortly before you go to the airport and after you’ve cleaned yourself out. On arrival you will immediately be locked into metal shackles and chains and these will be welded into position. OK?’

‘Yes sir’, you replied.

‘Today however, we have an extra treat in store for you’ Master Ian said. ‘Look at me when I speak to you.’

Without hesitation you stared at Master Ian. He was the tallest of all present, well over six feet. His muscular body was tightly encased in leather chaps and a shirt. His cock and balls swung freely and you gasped at the sight of the huge PA in his cock. You had always wanted one of these but had not had the courage to go for it. A black leather cap sat awkwardly on his blond hair. His face was framed with a short beard and you guessed he was in his thirties.

Without ceremony, Master Ian pulled you to your feet and backed you up to the pole in the middle of the dungeon. He quickly cuffed your wrists behind the pole and tied your ankles to the sides of the pole with rope. Several more ropes were used to secure your chest and belly to the pole and a rope around your neck ensured that you would not move your head. The ropes around your chest spared your padlocked nipples. If anything they were thrust forwards by the pressure of the ropes. Master Mark added a wide ball gag and tied it tightly in place.

Master Ian brought in a table and unwrapped a bunch of sterile surgical instruments. You gasped into your gag and the sweat started to run down your arms and legs. Your mind was working overtime wondering what these three masters had in mind. All three were donning sterile gloves and busy doing things with small packages. Amongst the paraphernalia you noticed a large PA ring and a couple of large nipple rings

Master Peter produced a small key and proceeded to unlock the padlocks in your nipples. This was the first time they had been removed since placed there several months ago. There was no pain as the padlocks were removed but you winced and squirmed as he forced the much larger nipple rings through the holes. The holes created by the padlocks guided the rings and Masters deft hands ensured that no flesh was torn. The extra wide rings did, however, stretch the holes and it was some minutes before this searing pain subsided. Using reverse pliers, Master Peter ensured that the ball was fixed between the open ends of the ring. There was no chance these could be removed without considerable effort.

You gasped through the ball gag and sweat poured down your face as your new nipple rings were inserted. Had you not been fixed to the pole you felt you might have passed out but the additional pain caused by the tight ropes and the ball gag kept you conscious.

‘Well done boy’ said Master Peter as he dabbed your nipples with a soothing oil and massaged it into the holes. That’s you ringed for the future.

Master Ian took over and started by washing your cock in a blue sterilizing solution. Squirm as you did you could not avoid the inevitable. You were terrified of what was going to happen and whilst you had always wanted a PA ring, you imagined you would have had it inserted under an anaesthetic. Spit dribbled from around the ball gag and sweat poured down your belly and onto your ball ring, dripping onto the floor. Master Mark grabbed and steadied your cock, opening up the piss hole at the same time. Although the rope around you neck prevented you looking down you could sense what was happening. Master Mark dripped a soothing gel into your piss hole and massaged it around into the hole and around the outside. You suspected this was an anaesthetic, but prepared yourself for the worst anyway.

After five minutes Master Ian returned holding a large needle with a plastic sheath. You had not seen such large needles before and groaned into your gag. Master Peter held a bottle of amyl to your nose and you took several deep breaths before you started to relax, only to lurch awake and scream into the gag and Master Ian thrust the needle through your piss hole and out the back of your cock. You had never known such pain. It felt as though your cock were being nailed to a cross. Even your balls ached as the shear terror of the ordeal caused your ball sac to contract against the heavy ball ring.

Master Ian worked on regardless of your grunting and squirming. He removed the needle, leaving the plastic sheath in place, then placed the end of the PA ring in the sheath and pulled it through the hole. There was no further pain, just more pushing and pulling and at the end he screwed the ball to the open end of the PA and let it hang down. As he stepped backwards you noticed that there was no blood on his hands. From the amount of pain you had experienced you had expected there to be blood everywhere. All Masters mumbled amongst themselves, showing no concern that you were in any danger and this gave you confidence that they knew what they had done was successful.

It was five minutes before you had stopped screaming into the gag and regulated your breathing. The tears that ran down your face merged with the sweat on you body and dried to salty streaks. You had forgotten altogether about the pain in your nipples; the dull throbbing in your cock commanded all your attention.

‘OK boy, that’s it. You’re ringed and PA’d and ready to travel. The PA will take a couple of weeks to settle down so don’t fiddle with it, just wash it with soap and water when you are in the shower. We went straight for the large size so you won’t need it replacing’, said Master Ian with the authority of an expert.

The gag and bonds were removed and you slumped onto Master Peter who lowered you gently to sit on the floor. You stared at your new piercings. The nipple rings were thick and heavy. The PA was a size zero and weighed your cock down. When you stood up it caused jabs of pain as it banged against your ball ring. Immediately your saw it though your started to get an erection. You had not seen anything so erotic before and you were glad of this final act confirming your role as a slave.

‘Now boy, how are you going to thank your Masters?’ said master Peter with a sneer. His erect cock suggested that no answer was really necessary.

Within seconds you were collared, on your knees again and cuffed with hands behind the pole. Your feet were tied behind the pole and the collar anchored in place so that your head was immobile once again. You knew what was coming and opened your mouth expectantly. Being fucked in the mouth seemed a small discomfort after what you had been through.

One after the other your three Masters took advantage of your open and willing mouth. When not fucking your face they sucked each other so that eventually all three shot their loads over you. This was the ultimate humiliation for you - cuffed, collared, tied, ringed and PA’d and being used and a fuck / suck slave. You relished your position and your erect cock with its PA served to demonstrate your joy.

You were released from the pole and allowed to shower. Your street clothes were in a bag and you put them on, carefully so as not to knock your new piercings. There was no escape, however, from the pressure of your tight jeans on the PA and you walked very carefully to avoid further rubbing. Your Masters had prepared a meal and in the later afternoon they sat at a table to eat, whilst you ate like a dog from a bowl on the floor.

The Masters discussed arrangements for the upcoming trip and, having had your agreement, did not involve you in the discussion further, other than to allow you to overhear the conversation. A departure date was fixed for some six weeks in the future and you were instructed to make arrangements for a long stay overseas. This only meant locking the door of your apartment and making sure someone collected your mail.

At the end of the day and with your new piercings starting to ache and throb you caught a taxi home. You contemplated the upcoming trip. The Masters told you not to bring any baggage other than a set of travel clothes. The thought of what this meant sent spasms of pain through your cock again as it strained with its PA against your jeans.

Part 9

The next six weeks dragged by. At work you were pleased that your boss had no objection to your being absent for a long spell. You knew your boss had links with the leather community and you suspected he was fully informed by your Masters of the plans for the trip. You even wondered how active your boss was in the leather scene, when you saw him hoon into the car park on his Harley, complete with leather pants and jacket and knee high boots. Of course, by the time he reached his office he was the epitome of the city financier, with tailored suit and smart shoes. Occasionally you caught his eye and thought you detected a secret grin, but nothing was ever said and you were grateful he allowed you to get on with your work. Through his guidance you had achieved huge profits for the company and it was this, along with your obvious dedication to the company that gave you the authority amongst your work mates to take some time off.

You organized things at the office so that your absence would not affect your clients. At the end of the day you were happy that you had made all the right decisions and that there would be no problem when you returned. In the evenings you could think of nothing but your trip, the bondage / slavery trip of a lifetime.

Within a few days of their insertion, the nipple rings had ceased to ache, except when you knocked them. Your PA was remarkably pain free, unless you played with your cock. The large PA weighted your cock between your legs, until you got an erection but it was some weeks before you could massage it without feeling as though your cock had flames coming from it.

A week before your departure you received your ticket and a set of instructions from Master Peter. You were to travel on the same plane but he and Master Mark would be in business class while you would be in economy. You thought the journey would take a couple of hours only, so this did not bother you too much. Your dietary instructions were much the same as before. You were to stop eating anything 3 days before departure, other than the high protein, high calorie drink you had used in the past. This meant that within a day your stomach was empty and a few douches day of departure cleaned out any residual shit.

You got your apartment in order, diverted your mail and stopped all deliveries. Three days before departure you received a package in the mail from Master Peter, which contained a medium sized rubber butt plug and a rubber cock and ball ring. You understood that anything metal would set of the detectors at the airport so you were grateful that these were solid rubber. You practiced inserting and tying in the butt plug so that it would not fall out. The cock and ball ring kept your cock erect and your balls pulled tightly into their sacs. Your PA strained at the tip of your cock and it took a lot of pushing to get the whole works into you jocks and tight jeans. Your cock was plainly visible through the faded and worn jeans. The whole arrangement was as hot as hell, without actually being naked. You practiced walking and sitting with the plug in and the cb rings in place and whilst there was no problem for a short period, after 20 minutes your arse was aching and you were squirming to relieve the pressure in you cock and balls.

The instructions also called for you to wear a white sweat shirt and boots. You could wear your leather jacket if it was cold. The only things you packed into your carry on bag were some toiletries and spare pair of jocks.

On the day of departure you met Masters Peter and Mark at the airport. By this time you had had the butt plug in for an hour and it was already making your arse ache. Your cock and balls were straining against their rubber rings and bulged from the front of your jeans, obvious to anyone who glanced between your legs. Masters were delighted with the effect and at your obvious discomfort. You received more than a few stares from the airline check-in guys, one of whom offered to up grade you, but you thought better of disobeying Masters instructions.

Your two Masters were dressed in casual clothes but you noticed them checking in four heavy suitcases which you suspect were not full of beachwear. Masters’ boots alone would have taken one suitcase and they had a dungeon full of gear at home.

You all hung around in the departure lounge and shortly before boarding you thought to empty your bladder so as not to have to go to the toilet on the plane, with associated parading yourself in front of the passengers. You locked yourself in a cubicle and opened your fly. Your engorged cock burst out, relieved to be free of the constricting jeans. Piss went everywhere but in the bowl; there was no way you could point your cock down. You felt the butt plug, which was firmly tied in place and gave the rope and extra hitch to make sure the plug would not fall out. After much heaving and pushing you got your cock back in your jeans and returned to the lounge. Masters were pleased with the drop of precum that was staining your jeans. This served to demonstrate the PA, which was perfectly outlined now.

Blushing with embarrassment you made your way to the back of the plane and gently lowered yourself onto the seat, covering your legs and all that lay between them with a pillow. Whilst the seat was soft you knew that after an hour it would be like a plank. You felt the butt plug being force against the wide flange and into your arse another inch. This was just enough to stretch you to your limit and you gritted your teeth as you fastened your seat belt. Things were not too bad while the plane was stationary but as it started to judder on take off, and at every lurch due to turbulence the plug shot spasms of pain into your arse and you gripped the arm rests, praying for the plane to be still. Each movement sent the plug further into your arse and massaged another drop of fluid from your prostate and onto your jeans.

Mercifully you did not need to visit the toilet during the flight but you avoided drinking anything just in case. You tried reading but the pain in your arse and the throbbing of your engorged cock refocused your mind on your role as a slave. It seemed that your period as a bound slave started a long time before you arrived in Germany.

Landing was particularly uncomfortable and you tried to ease the pressure in your arse by pushing up slightly on the armrests. It worked to a degree but you had to sit on the plug eventually. What a relief as you stood to exit the plane, holding your leather jacket in front on the wet patch on your jeans. It was warm outside so you held your jacket in place, until it was whipped away by Master Mark in the terminal. You received more stares at your bulge and the growing wet stain outlining your PA, but quickly the bags arrived and you all went outside where you were met by Master Ian.

The specific arrangements had been kept from you. You knew you were to be kept as a bondage slave for as while, although no dates had been told to you. You’d arranged a couple of months off work, just in case Masters had some long-term ideas. Master Ian was semi retired but you knew that Masters Peter and Mark had work to go back to. Whatever the duration, the thought of this long period as a slave, rather than the usual night or long weekend, was sure to have a lasting impression on you. Already you lived for your next bondage / slavery session with whatever of your two Masters wanted you. You whole life was refocused on being a slave. This curiously enhanced your work as you no longer dreaded another boring weekend hanging around bars and street corners hoping for more than the usual quick fuck. You knew that sessions with Masters Peter and Mark were full on, leather and bondage, no holes barred, all night or weekend affairs, sometimes with other masters, sometimes in isolated rural locations and always with you completely at their mercy.

Master Ian was dressed in tight jeans, boots and a black sweatshirt and leather jacket. He looked every bit the leather master and his muscular body towering above everyone else drew more than a few stares. Dragging your Masters bags you all walked through the car park and stopped at a black, windowless kombi van. You put the bags in the back then climbed in after them. Master Ian got in the drivers seat and Masters Peter and Mark got into the back with you. Master Ian gave instructions from the front seat, that all the gear Masters Peter and Mark would need was in the wooden box at the base of the pole.

You were told to strip, which you did, relieved that you could release your engorged cock and balls. You folded your clothes and kneeled with hands behind your back, eyes cast down to the floor like a good slave. You were instructed you removed your butt plug and cb rings, which you did. You slid the butt plug out slowly and were relieved that only a small amount of mucous followed the plug and this was easily wiped away. The relief to have that huge plug out caused you to sigh, which earned you a slap on the dick.

‘Shut up boy and bend over’ said Master Peter as he pushed your head down onto the floor.

He opened your legs wide and you knew what was going to happen. Without discussion he massaged more lubricant into your arse and you caught a glimpse of a cone shaped butt plug much wider than anything you had experienced in the past and tapering to a narrow neck. It required all your concentration to remain silent, to breath deeply and to relax your arse which was already tender from the rubber plug. Master Peter slowly pushed the plug in until it reached the widest part. You were beside yourself with pain and try as you might you could not relax any more. Master Mark produced some amyl and after a few whiffs you felt a little more relaxed and after some hefty pushed and twisting the plug sunk in, so that your arse tightened around the narrow neck. Although there was no chance this would fall out chains were threaded through a loop in the base plate and around your balls and cock to be tightened and padlocked to a leather belt that was padlocked around your waist. Chains also passed up your arse crack to be padlocked to the belt at the back.

You were then instructed to stand up and hold onto the bars on the roof of the van. The weight of the butt plug was immediately obvious when you stood up and you were glad of the fixing chains. Your legs were spread again and a heavy ball weight fixed in place so that your balls were, once again, forced into the bottom of the ball sac. You put your hands down and a thick leather hood was placed over your head. There were holes for your nose but no eyeholes and the integral gag filled your mouth. The hood was tied tightly at the back and then straps further fixed the hood in place across your eyes, under your chin, around the gag and, of course, around your neck. You heard padlocks securing each of these straps and knew that the hood would not be removed for a long time.

You were maneuvered back towards the pole, which was cold against your back. Your hands were pulled behind the pole and, with your wrists crossed, tied tightly. Your elbows were similarly pulled back and tied behind the post. Further rope was added to your arms and around your chest and belly so that you were firmly fixed to the pole. Ropes then tied your ankles, knees and thighs to the pole so that movement in any direction was impossible. A padlock secured your collar to the pole. Although you were tightly tied to the pole the only discomfort you felt was from the butt plug in your arse.

Suddenly you felt searing pain in you right then left nipple as a chain was padlocked between them. A weight was attached to your ball ring which further pulled your balls downwards into their sac. Your cock, which until then had been erect, began to deflate as you focused on the pain in your nipples. As you began to wonder what more they could do to you felt someone washing your cock and massaging lubricant into the piss hole. You had been catheterized before so you knew what to expect. Slowly the catheter was pushed in and squirm as you did you could not escape it. After a sudden urge to piss the catheter was in and the balloon inflated so that it would not fall out. A bag was attached to the end and tied to your left leg. You knew this indicated a long journey.

Hooded, gagged, collared, pierced, plugged, catheterized and tied tightly to a pole you wondered what you had let yourself in for. As your mind wandered to felt the Masters pull a heavy canvas sack over you, tying it at the top and bottom and around your neck. A hole for your nose enabled you to breath, but nothing else. More ropes tied the canvas bag in place so that you were disguised as a sack and hardly recognizable as the bound slave you were.

You heard doors opening and closing and shortly after the van started it journey. You had no sense of direction and could only detect sharp corners when your rope bonds pulled against you. You balls weights bounced around painfully and the nipple chain pulled down sharply whenever you hit a bump in the road. But on and on the van went. You heard muffled talk and laughter, which you presumed was your Masters in the front of the van but they seemed unconcerned with their bound cargo in the back.

After what seemed like a couple of hours the van stopped. From the sounds and smells you guessed this was a service station and shortly you heard the fuel cap come off and the sounds of fuel being pumped. The van pulled up a short distance and you heard the sound of doors locking. Then nothing. You were alone, tied and gagged in the bag of a van, in the middle of Germany, on the way to god only knows where. You were scared, but excited and if being like this was what being a slave was all about you wanted more of it.

Just as you were beginning to wonder if the Masters were ever coming back you heard the doors open and close. Someone was removing the canvas bag and untying you from the pole, only to retie the ropes around you but leaving you standing free. Your arms were still tightly behind your back, even more so now that the pole was not there. You were lowered to the floor on your front, care being taken to move your catheter and weighted balls between your legs. Your ankles were then drawn up and tied to your wrists, making a hog tie of you. The canvas bag was put over you again, leaving your head free but being tied tightly around the rest of you. You were then fixed to the floor with ropes across your back and legs but leaving your neck free.

You felt someone put a cushion under your head but this kindness was not to last for long as shortly someone sat on the cushion, pushing there naked body against your hooded head. Your gag was removed and before you could get a keep breath a large O ring was tied into your mouth, stretching your mouth wide open. An erect cock was forced into your open mouth. In your hog tie and being strapped to the floor you could not move anywhere to avoid the cock; only some slight up and down movement was possible but as the Master settled down he took control of your hooded head and maneuvered your head as he wanted. There was nothing you could do but take the cock in your mouth.

As he van took off again your head was pounded up and down onto the cock. When the road was smooth the Master forced his cock into the back of your throat so that you gagged. Every 20 minutes the Masters changed places and once the van stopped while the driver came back to fuck you in the mouth. All the time your cock was straining against the floor of the van being forced back between your hog-tied legs. You settled into the pattern of bouncing up and down with a cock in your mouth and mostly you enjoyed every minute of it. Occasionally the van went over a bump in the road and the cock was forced deep down your throat, causing you to gag and heave. After an hour the road was very bumpy and you suspected you were on a bush track. Even the master removed found the constant pounding too much and removed his cock leaving you to dribble on the floor, but at least get some deep breaths.

After a further 10 minutes the van lurched to a stop and without a word the Masters left the van. Silence was all around you, the hood effectively stopping any but the loudest noises in. You concentrated on your butt plug, the catheter, your ball rings and your erect cock, which mercifully started to deflate. Your jaws ached from the relentless face fucking but the O ring held them open. After what seemed a life time the back of the van opened and you bonds were removed, leaving you with the but plug and catheter in, ball ring on and hood still firmly anchored to your head. The chain between your nipple rings was removed and that was a huge relief. You were led by a chain attached to your collar out of the van, across some grass and into what you presumed was a barn of some sort; the smell of hay and cow shit were the only clues. You were forced into a kneeling position and the hood removed. The wave of fresh air on your face caused you to sway but Master Ian steadied you by holding you firmly against his now leather covered thighs.

You were offered a bottle of fruit juice, then another, as you gulped to quench your burning thirst. You noticed very little urine coming from the catheter and remembered you had not drunk since the morning and it was now later afternoon. You noticed at one end of the barn a brazier with a roaring fire in it and several chains and shackles slung around. Without ceremony Master Ian pushed you towards the fire and forced you once again to your knees. Master Mark held a wide metal collar ready and encircled your neck with it, locking it at the front with a key. The collar fitted snuggly around your neck so that it did not rub when you moved your head. Next snug metal shackles connected by short chains were attached to your wrists and ankles and locked into place. A long chain was attached to the collar, down to the wrist chain then down to the ankle chain, each free end of the chain padlocked to its metal cuff around your neck, wrist and ankle. Only a minimum of movement was possible. Your wrists were held at mid belly level so there was no chance of you playing with yourself. Master Peter took over with a red hot metal rod and welded the collar, wrist and ankle shackles shut. You were now permanently collared and shackled, or at least until someone with the key released your chains. As you tried to move around you realized how heavy the shackles and chains were and nothing but a shuffle was possible.

We hope you like your new clothes boy because that’s all you will be wearing while you are here.

No answer seemed necessary and you were still getting your mind around the permanency of this bondage. You’d not experienced anything like it before and it added a whole new dimension to your slavery. Your cock was hard, pointing your PA up and pulling your balls painfully against their metal ring.

You were led back to a stable and told to lie down on the hay. A rough blanket was thrown over you and you were told to get some sleep. As you lay there you could see that the Masters had thought that with the catheter you would not need to take a piss and the plug kept your arse closed, so you could just lie there and contemplate your fate. The hay was at least soft, if not comfortable and you settled down to a fitful sleep. You woke periodically when the cold metal chain rubbed against your PA, or the butt plug worked its way to its widest part then stopped as your arse stretched painfully.

The long night ended as your blanket was ripped from you and a bucket of cold water thrown over you.

Part 10

‘Get up boy, you’ve got work to do’, Master Mark shouted as he hauled you to your feet.

Pulling you to a shower at the side of the house he let the cold water run over you before he washed you with a sponge. You moved as best you could in your shackles and chains, to enable him to wash you properly. During the shower Master Mark removed your butt plug and washed out your arse. When the catheter came out you felt a sting and the urgency to piss but of course your bladder was empty and nothing came out. You were relieved to be rid of the plug and catheter, but suspected these holes would not be free for long.

Without drying you were pulled by a chain attached to your collar into the house. The other two Masters were sitting at a table eating breakfast and you were told to drink your protein mixture, which was in a bowl on the floor. You struggled to your knees and gratefully lapped up the mixture, which was to be your staple diet. Master Ian refilled the bowl again and you lapped more fluid until you felt full. He then dragged and pushed you on your knees until you were under the table where the Masters were eating.

‘OK boi, service us’, he said and you realized when you saw that they were all wearing chaps what was required.

As you advanced between Master Peter’s legs he opened them to let you take his condom covered cock in your mouth. He slid down the chair slightly to enable the full length of his erect cock to penetrate to the back of your throat. You had learned to suck cock whilst cuffed or tied up so this was not difficult. Up and down you went, feeling the cock grow harder and harder until he finally bucked upwards, fixing your head against the underside of the table and blew his load.

Without interrupting the conversation between the Masters you shuffled round under the table to service the other two Masters. Only Master Ian took control by grabbing your head under the table and forcing his cock down your throat, but Master Mark was happy to have you do all the work.

‘Clean up’, shouted Master Ian as they all left the table. You shuffled out from under table and worked out how best you would clear up the breakfast mess. The kitchen was small but it took for ever to shuffle around and move all the stuff into the cupboards and wash the crockery. At the end you went to the middle of the kitchen and kneeled on the floor with your head bowed, waiting for further instructions.

After half an hour and just as your knees were going numb on the stone floor, the three Masters came into the kitchen and sat down around you. You continued to stare and the floor.

‘This is how it will be boi. You are now an official slave. Because of your performance in your own country we have registered you as a slave in Germany. You have an official entry in the National Register of Slaves, which is available to a selected number of masters who have proven themselves worthy of this title. Your number is120448 and this is engraved on your collar. Your life will be one of absolute servitude for as long as you are here. We have checked out all the masters who will abuse you. They are all safe and healthy and will not do anything you have not experienced already. Their integrity in the leather world depends on their behavior towards slaves and if anyone thinks they have transgressed the masters code of conduct they may find themselves in our position. The National Register of Masters maintains very high standards for its members and they monitor their behavior very closely. All complaints are followed up by thorough investigation.

During the daytime you will be abused by us and any of our friends who visit. You will be shackled and tied up the whole time. At night your chains will be removed but not the metal collar and cuffs, which are welded into position. The metal ball ring is also locked in place and only I have the key. You will be dressed in leather pants, boots and jacket and a hood will be tightly laced onto you head. The eye holes are open but it has a integral gag. Your hands will be padlocked behind you and a chain leash attached to your metal collar. You will then be taken to the ‘slaves corner’. This is a road junction in the leather quarter of town when registered slaves are handcuffed to posts and there they await their master for the night.

Only the appointed master has the key to your padlocked wrists, so whilst others may try to take you only the registered master will have the correct key. You may have to wait an hour for him. He may not turn up at all in which case you will be handcuffed to the post all night and we will collect you in the morning. We, of course, will be enjoying ourselves with other slaves who are booked for us.


So while we will not be able to keep an eye on you, you can be sure that the masters who will own you for the night are all trustworthy. They have been rigorously screened and if there are any reports of unsafe practices they are ‘arrested’ and investigated. Punishment is removal from

the masters register and the only way they can be readmitted to the register is for them to be slave themselves for a week. You may see them on the street corner. They are usually naked and gagged and hogtied to the posts. People can then abuse them as they want for the evening. Mostly leathermen and slaves alike come out of the leather bars and piss on them. At midnight they are released and find their way home. Each night for a week they come back to the post and ask to be tied up again. Only after they have endured the 7 nights and promise to behave themselves are they readmitted to the masters register. Some, of course, find that being a slave suits them and start their nights tied to the post, as you will, to be taken by appointed masters and abused.

We hope this is all clear to you boi. Any questions?’

Your head was spinning from this information. Could it really be that you will be used by a different master each night, and in the day time return to your three Masters here, to be abused at their will. It all sounded too good to be true.

‘No sir. Thank you for this experience’. You offered as a gesture of your gratitude.

‘To start with we are having a few friends over for lunch. Expect some action’ Master Ian said with a finality that did not need any answer.

He extracted some keys from his pocket and proceeded to unlock your chains. You felt as though you were floating without the weight of the heavy chains pulling on your neck and wrists. Master Peter then took over and with Master Mark’s help pushed you towards a padded bench over which you were flexed so that the cross beam was in your stomach and your head and arms hung over the other side. Chains were rapidly attached to your wrists and ankles again and pulled firmly to fixtures on the floor about a metre apart. You were stretched out over the bench with no movement possible. Only your weighted balls swung between your legs. A wide belt across your back further anchored you to the bench. Finally a bit gag was forced into your mouth and buckled tightly at the back of your head. The only thing you could see was the floor in front of you and the metal tray under the bench to catch any fluids that might leak from you. You were immobile, gagged and without any way to avoid the inevitable abuse. You thought it curious that they had left your arse unplugged, but realized it would not be empty for long.

The Masters seemed pleased with their workmanship and the last you heard was the sounds of them leaving the house and the roar of the van engine as it made off down the driveway. You were alone, chained and gagged in some remote house somewhere in Germany. What had you let yourself in for, you wondered.

As the hours passed your jaws were aching from the bit gag and you were bursting to piss. Eventually you could hold your piss no longer and let it spray into the tray below. The PA ensured that it made a mess everywhere. It was impossible to swallow your spit so you let this also dribble around the bit gag and into the tray below. You knew it was getting towards lunch-time because the house was heating up under the midday sun. You enjoyed being chained up like this and whilst you knew the house was isolated you realized you were at the mercy of anyone who called in and decided to take advantage of your upturned and unprotected arse. This element of danger added to your excitement and your erection added to your discomfort.

Your prayers were answered when you heard the van pull up outside the house. Also you heard several motorbikes rev to a stop. The sounds heavy boots clumping around in the house and the smell of hot leather preceded the vision of booted, leather clad legs standing around you. You counted at least three pairs of boots, not including those of your three Masters, which you recognized from before and which you had spent many hours cleaning, with your tongue and with polish. Rough fingers poked your arse and mouth.

‘OK guys, easy now. He’s not going anywhere’, said Master Ian. ‘Let’s eat first’.

The group disappeared into the kitchen and you heard crockery and cutlery being moved around, chairs scraping on the floor and tins being opened. Master Peter returned with a protein drink for you and after removing the gag allowed you to suck this up through a straw. You were grateful for the sustenance and drunk every last drop. Instead of replacing the bit gag he inserted the O ring gag, once again buckling it tightly behind your head.

After lunch and a few beers the laughter was noticeably louder. The group sat around you and without any formalities Master Mark and Peter took their positions at your head and arse. Master Mark released the chains on your wrists and padlocked them behind you back then with a short chain lifted your wrists to the back of your chest and padlocked the chain to your neck collar. This forced your head up and outwards. Without ceremony he thrust his cock through the O ring and mercilessly fucked you in the mouth. Master Peter needed only a condom and some lubricant before he was pounding away at your arse. You realized your arse had regained some of its tone having not had a butt plug in for the past six hours.

Other masters crowded around to watch the action, offering comments and how to fuck, to the amusement of others. After and eternity Masters Peter and Mark gave their positions to two guests. They were noticeably rougher than your Masters. One grabbed the back of your head forcing you to take the entire length of his cock whilst the other buried his cock in your arse up to the hilt. In a short time their sweat mingled with yours and they both blew their loads.

The third duo preceded their turn by whipping your arse with a cane until your buttocks were red. Each strike sent your balls swinging and waves of pain through your buttocks. You cried out through the gag but this did not diminish the power of their strokes. You were unable to move your arse but your head jerked up with every stroke, your bound wrists pulling painfully back on your neck collar. Master Ian pushed two, then three, then four fingers into your arse as the third guest fucked your face. The pain in your arse was nothing compared to the pain in your buttocks from the whipping and by this time you were used to the feeling of hard cock against the back of your throat. Master Ian removed his hand and inserted a large butt plug, which he tied in with rope around your waist, then between your legs, encircling your cock and balls. The plug slipped in easily and you were grateful for the rope because you felt it might otherwise slip out.

Once the pounding in your mouth had stopped the masters stepped back and helped themselves to more beer. You hung limply over the bench with your battered and plugged arse raised up and your cuffed wrists pulling you head painfully backwards. The O ring gag was removed and the dick gag was reinserted and buckled in place. Try as your would you could not ease the pain in your neck, other than by keeping your head bent backwards.

Eventually your were released from your flexed position on the bench but you noticed the chains still dangled from your ankles and your wrists were still attached to the back of your neck. You were lifted up onto the bench so that your legs straddled it and the butt plug was pushed further up your arse. The chains attached to your ankles were pulled sideways and attached to fixtures on the floor and chains were attached to the front and back of your collar and attached to the ends of the bench. You were firmly fixed to the bench, with the plug up your arse, the gag blocking your mouth and your hands cuffed and brought up to the back of your neck. Someone pulled your ball ring forwards and anchored it to the bench, sending erotic messages to your cock, which was erect and straining forwards. The PA was then grabbed and forced down to the bench and padlocked to the ball ring chain, causing spasms of pain in your cock throughout its whole length. You were stimulated at every point, cock, balls, arse, mouth and to cap it all someone attached nipple clamps connected to each other by a heavy chain. You groaned into your gag, but could not move. Every device caused your cock to strain against the padlocked PA but you could do nothing.

‘Rest easy boi. See you later’ someone said from behind you as they all made their way out of the house and down the driveway in a hale of gravel and exhaust.

You found that if you remained perfectly still you were not in too much pain. If you moved anything your balls would pull against the ring, the plug would pump into your arse, your nipple clamps and chain would swing and your wrists would pull painfully downwards on your neck. Not least was the constant pressure your cock was under, anchored downwards as it was by the padlocked PA. So your time was spent trying not to move a muscle, which was OK for a while until some ache caused you to involuntarily move, sending waves of pain through every part that was constricted or chained. There was no point is crying out; the gag would have prevented any effective noise, and anyway you were in the middle of nowhere, in a foreign country and without any visible means of support. You suffered in painful but erotic silence.

As the day was turning to dusk you heard the van return and within a few minutes your masters had taken you from the bench and removed all you items of torture, except the metal shackles and the ball ring. They pushed you outside into the shower and you were grateful for its soothing coolness around your buttocks, arse and nipples, which were all red from abuse. After drying yourself you were taken back inside the house and given more protein drink. While you were taking your drink your Masters were discussing arrangements for the evening. They had booked one slave each from the slave register and had planned to enjoy them separately and together.

You were pointed to your leather clothes and without prompting pulled on the leather pants and jacket and high boots. Everything fitted perfectly and you realized that the Masters had gone to much trouble to have you looking good for the slave bookings. A hood and gag was tied tightly over your head, the metal neck collar still visible beneath it. Your wrist cuffs were padlocked behind you and a chain attached to your collar. You were led outside and the chain leash wrapped around a tree. Compared to the abuse you had had during the day this was a heavenly bondage.

You appreciated being able to see something of your place of incarceration and torture. The house was small but well built and in the middle of the forest. A gravel driveway swept up to the house and immaculate gardens completed the effect. The appearance was that of discrete wealth and attention to detail. This fitted in with the way Master Ian had arranged this trip, leaving nothing to chance and taking every care that both you and Masters Mark and Peter would enjoy yourselves.

Day turned to night and eventually the three Masters came out of the house and released you from the tree but did not undo your wrists, which remained padlocked behind your back. You were ordered to sit in the back of the van with your back against the pole. Your elbows were drawn back behind the post by ropes and this prevented you from sliding when the van turned corners. The Masters were dressed like you, in leather pants and jackets and high boots. Each had on a masters cap. They checked they had the keys to their respective slaves padlocks.

It was Saturday evening and the roads around the leather quarter were packed. They managed to park two blocks away and, without any compromise to the original plan, untied your arms and pulled you out of the van. Bystanders stared open mouthed at the four men in leather and boots, one of whom was hooded and shackled with his wrists padlocked behind his back and being led by a chain down the street. You found this humiliating situation particularly stimulating and your cock started to get a life all its own again.

The streets became progressively more and more populated by men in leather, some dragging bound slaves, others just standing around looking. In a short time you were at the slave corner, obvious by the six leather clad and hooded men standing with their backs to poles and their wrists padlocked behind. These poles had been erected by the local leather club and proved a huge attraction, thereby increasing its business. You also noticed one naked man hog tied and gagged, with his wrists and ankle drawn upwards to a cross bar on the pole. This was a master undergoing punishment for mistreating a slave. From time to time someone would piss on him and he was wallowing in a puddle of piss and dirt.



After a few words with a man at the front door of the club, you were led to a pole and your padlocked wrists relocked behind the pole. The Masters then went around the other slaves, progressively trying their keys in their padlocks until one key succeeded in releasing a slave, then another, then another. You watched your Masters lead their slaves away by chain leashes and then realized you were really on your own. You stood there in your leather and boots, hooded, gagged and padlocked to a pole in a public street. You were grateful for the hood, which hid your embarrassment. But as you looked around you noticed that no one thought the situation was in any way unusual; it was just another night on the slave corner. Leather clad people milled around. The other slaves stood still and were not bothered when masters tried keys in their padlocks. Occasionally one fitted and the slave was led away to some waiting car. Several masters tried to unlock your padlock but without success and from the furtive way they did this, then walked quickly away, you knew they were not registered masters. Slaves were brought in and padlocked to the poles and others were taken away; the system seemed to be an integral part of the leather, master / slave community and have the approval of all concerned. At one point a naked, gagged man was led out of the club and hog tied to another pole and you knew that yet another master was being punished for transgressing the code of conduct. He seemed resigned to his fate as the rope was hauled up over the cross beam and his back arched painfully. This was the only way to get back on the register; he had to go through this pain and humiliation.

After an hour you noticed a key turning in your padlock. You wrists were quickly padlocked again behind your back and you felt strong hands push you to your knees on the sidewalk. A blindfold quickly obliterated your vision and a chain attached to your collar. You were pulled to your feet and with instructions in German, that you did not understand, you were led away.

As you struggled to walk blindfolded through the streets you reflected on your situation. You had voluntarily allowed yourself to be taken to a foreign country, tied up, fucked in the mouth and arse, abused and tortured, now handcuffed, hooded and gagged you were being led away by someone you did not know to a fate you could only dream about. Were you anxious? Yes. Were you worried? No. Were you excited beyond anything you had ever dreamed about? You’ve read this far and don’t know the answer ……?