Kyle regretted agreeing to doing the overtime, today of all days when he had prior arrangements made for the evening, but he could always do with the money, he was just glad that he had laid out everything ready to save time when he got home, but he had one more job to do on the walk home.
He had had a call from the shop to say that his order was ready to be collected, just in time for the evenings engagement.
He did not worry about rushing to get to shop before it closed, as this particular shop stayed open late each night. As the lead was laid out in front of him to inspect that his order was to his requirements, he could not help run his fingers over the black leather, and the small diamonds that had been inlaid into it., then down to the chain link.. He picked it up by the looped handle, the diamonds glinted and sparkled in the sharp spotlights of the shop and he knew that it would catch a few admiring glances.
He paid and was soon on his way back home, walking to keep fit and in shape, his shirt tightly wrapped across his chest and abdomen, struggling, unable and losing the fight to hide the hard rippling muscles beneath it; his trousers faring slightly better when he was standing, but tightly wrapped his thigh muscles when he sat down.
As he walked, another regret was not having anything to drink and he was now building up a thirst as he picked up his pace in the late afternoon heat of the mid summer sun, he began to sweat heavier than he had in the office during the day (the air conditioning was temperamental, only worked when it wanted, thankfully today), as sweat began to build on his forehead, he knew he would be glad to get the clippers out and trim down his hair to his more usual grade one, he had left it to grow a bit longer than usual so that he could have it short for tonight.
He was soon at his front door, putting in the key to the lock, then stopped before he twisted it, remembering how he had left his slave that morning, naked, gagged, blindfolded, collared, wrists strapped in leather restraints and hooked up on a chain from the ceiling, ankles strapped together like his wrists by leather restraints, feet just flat on the floor-barely taking his weight, his cock trapped in a metal splint but kept hard by an erection keeper. He was also facing the door, unbeknown to anyone passing or who came to the door, as his image was blurred by the frosted glass in the door, and as he could not move, it just looked like he was a large ornament, down the hallway.
Kyle opened the door, quickly stepped in, turned and closed the door, leaving the door open just that split second for a passer-by to see something but not enough to judge what they had seen if they glanced in. The draft only momentarily cooling the slaves hot body as the sun had from early afternoon been shining onto the front of the house, but his sweat was soon slowly running down his body, down his side from his pulled up and exposed armpits.
Kyle reached up and teasingly rattled the keys that was teasingly hanging just that tiny bit out of reach, but as the slave knew they were there, as he was always shown them before he was blindfolded, he also knew that they could also be the wrong keys. He knew also not to get to excited about being released straightaway when Kyle came home, waiting for the brief moment to let his arms swing down and get some feeling into them after being stretched up all of the day; but he thought it better than being hogtied all day, and he had been naked in the heat and not multi layered in rubber and leather.
Thankful again to forward planning, Kyle was happy that he had completely shaved his slave the evening before, and know only had to release his slave to wash and prepare him, then get him something to eat to tide him over till he got to the ball.
For the Ball, Kyle had decide to wear all his favourite gear, a rubber vest with rubber pants which had a built in cockring (both highly polished by his slave), allowing his cock to hang out. The outer layer was his coveted leather 501 jeans, which showed of his semi hard cock, leather waistcoat and boots. To add a finishing touch he added a collar, emblazoned as with the lead in diamonds, the word “Master”.
He had decided to simply dress his slave tonight, cufflock chastity belt that secured the medium butt plug which had been lubed and inserted in place. It was the slaves least liked plug but he dared not complain, it was shaped like three spheres which grew bigger to the base of the plug. A Parachute was then placed on the ball sack, which Kyle could not help himself and pulled on them several times, knowing that he could not be rebuked for doing so. Attached to the parachute was two long thin springs that were secured just below the knees by locking leather straps, these acted to pull on the slaves balls as he walked. He was then ordered to put on a pair of half leg leather chaps, belted and locked on. Kyle had wanted to have him wear the rubber chaps that Kyle preferred, but he did not think that they would work with the parachute springs. Then he added a leather head harness with a bit gag attached. Next a rubber half harness across the chest.
The last piece to place on his slave was a leather collar, which was locked on as well. This was like Kyle’s’ but had the word “Slave” in diamonds. Boots were placed on his feet and then his hands restrained by leather cuffs behind his back. He was ready and it was now time to leave for the Master General’s Annual Ball.
Kyle took one last glance at his meek slave before pulling him by the harness out of the house and down to the garage, ordering his slave into the boot of the car and hogtying him up before closing the boot and setting off for the mansion. As he had been there for the ball for the last several years, he knew where to go and what to expect.
The drive took a couple of hours but as the roads were clearing, he was able to speed up a bit. Then like Heaven appearing beyond the gates of Hell, the gates of the Master General’s mansion appeared before him and as he turned to pass through them the car rattled over the cattle grid. Kyle heard the thud of his slave in the boot as he slide in the boot when he pulled away again on purpose. As he entered through the gates he was being watched by hidden CCTV cameras.
The drive was long and winding through open grassland which rose and dipped and interspersed with groups of trees. But eventually the mansion, more like a castle appeared before him surrounded by a low wall topped with six foot high railings. At the gates was two sentry boxes and barriers across the road. There was some vehicles queued up in front of him, other cars, motorcycles, some with pillions some solo riders and vans. At each box was two men, Kyle remembered these as the “Proctectors”, the Master Generals own little army or police that he surrounded himself with. Each was dressed more or less the same depending on the rank, leather jeans or for the lowest rank leather chaps and pants, full harness which went down into the jeans, which Kyle knew included a cockring. And for the more senior ranks a leather army style peaked hat, which covered grade one haircuts and clean shaven faces, their bodies completely devoid of hair, unlike the Proctectors that guarded the Master General, they all had long hair tied back in to a ponytail, and goatee beards. But what turned Kyle on more about these guys was that none of them were under six feet in height and all built and toned beyond what he had achieved with his own body. They all also had their nipples pierced and had rings inserted in them, Kyle knew that the smaller the ring the lower the rank and the bigger the ring the higher the rank..
He was soon at the head of the two queues that had formed and his invitation was checked and verified with his own photo ID, he did have to get out and open the boot to show his slave to be allowed in as well. He was then ordered by the Proctector to drive up to the main door of the mansion where his car would be parked for him. Here he was greeted by another man which he knew from previous Balls that this was a higher ranked slave who like all unaccompanied slaves, seemed brainwashed not to leave and do as was told, but unlike the Proctectors they were the menial staff, cleaners, ground staff, waiting staff, but ranked like the Proctectors, the slave that approached Kyle was a more trusted slave, but like all slaves he wore a leather hood and locked leather muzzle over the top, which Kyle knew had a built in gag, and unlike the Proctectors, they were less dressed , he was one of many belonging to the Master General. He opened the boot, untied his slaves legs and helped him out, putting his own muscular arms around him to steady him until he got the strength in his legs back.. Before his car was duly taken away from him he pulled out the lead he had picked up earlier and then showing his Slave the lead, he said. “I thought as you were coming back tonight I thought I would treat you.” The slave bowed his thanks as he could not talk properly, then knelt onto the gravel as Kyle clipped the lead onto the collar.
Kyle then paced up to the large steps leading up to the wide open doors leading his slave behind him, he stopped, turned around and looked out at the whole area so carefully planned , cars in one area, vans another and lined up like soldiers, the motorcycles in another. There was a lot of Masters and slaves here already, inside and out, with a group of Cigarmen smoking to one side, talking and laughing before entering the mansion, the mansion to what Kyle always believed was his heaven. A Masters heaven.
The Masters Ball (Part 2)
As Kyle entered through the Large open doors, leading his slave behind him, he was greeted by the same spectacle as he had been from years before, but each year he was always awed by the elegance and extravagance of the Mansion. Large portrait paintings of dead and long forgotten owners of the mansion hanging on the walls of the large open hall, leading up to the ornately decorated ceiling. On tall plinths around the rooms lowest ranked slaves were standing naked, attached to poles, totally immobilised, head hooded, mouth gagged. He wondered how the Master General afforded to keep the place running as he seemed to have no sign of any income.
In front of him was the main table which had several of the protectors sitting behind, greeting all the masters as they arrived, again a short queue and Kyle was soon at the front, he passed over his invitation card and the Proctector punched his name into the laptop that was in front of all of the Proctectors there.
“Master Kyle and slave?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You have been here before, so you know where everything is.”
“I do”.
“Well enjoy your evening. The Master General will be down soon.“ The Proctector said..
Kyle turned to leave the table when he noticed that there was a marble plinth placed beside the table that was not there the year before. “What’s that for? It was not there last year”
“The Master is hoping to acquire some new armour soon”
With that Kyle left leading his slave behind him, heading towards a door adjacent to the table, above the door a sign proclaimed “Crèche”. It was as the sign said, a crèche for the Masters to leave there slaves , if they wanted to for a small donation. They were left to the Masters wishes, suspended, hogtied on the floor, chained to the wall or as Kyle had decided for his slave sitting on a stool with a butt plug attached, his own plug removed and he was the placed onto the stool, his legs secured to the stool legs, arms still behind his back. Kyle was happy to leave his slave there and go back to mingle with the other Masters that was now arriving quickly, the entrance hall now full.
Across from the crèche was the main ballroom which was open and in use, as he crossed the hall, his boots clicking on the marble floor, he slowed to look up the winding stairway which again had a table beside it and two Proctectors standing guard, he noted that the plinth was in the middle of them. He knew that this year he would totally enjoy himself up there, the reason for wearing the pants with the open front with cockring. As always, strung across the stairway was a banner, reading “Beware-tables turn”. ‘Slightly cryptic’ Kyle thought to himself each time he saw it.
He made his way through the growing crowd and up to the open free bar, a real bar like in a pub, and ordered a beer, he noticed that the slaves here wore rubber tit flasher vests and pants, he had enquired before, for hygiene purposes, but again all hooded and muzzled as they were not allowed to speak to guests, the same for the food staff. It was here while standing at the bar that he met some other Masters that were friends of his, mostly only seen here at the ball. It was while here that after a short time, a silence spread through the large room and the crowd seemed to part leaving a pathway to a small stage at the far end. Then into view the Master General appeared, leading a slave who with his legs shortly chained shuffled behind and down to the stage. As he walked through, the Masters bowed and all slaves-who were in the hall and could-knelt with their heads bowed, staying knelt as the Masters remained standing, the momentum passing through the crowd like a wave.
Once The Master General was at the stage, he climbed up, his slave still behind him. The audience then cheered the Master General loudly and then silenced as he began to speak, his voice low and whispering, welcoming all to his yearly function. It was short and to the point as he wanted to mingle around and not hold up any of the evenings events.
The small orchestra that was made up from a mixture of Proctectors and slaves and was set up in the corner on the same wall as the entrance doorway, began to play again. Kyle could never get his head around the scene of seeing a group of leather-men playing classical music.
The Master General stepped down from the stage and began to mingle through the guests, his slave with out a choice, following behind. He greeted each and everyone that he could, stopping to talk to some for longer. It was then that he would tease his slave, who dressed in a rubber, neck opening, one piece suit that had legs but no sleeves, keeping the arms locked in internal sleeve. The leather hood was fully closed, no eye holes and with two tubes for the nostrils and one for the mouth, which the Master General occasionally put a glass to for the slave to drink. The only flesh of the slave visible was his cock and balls, which protruded through an attached cockring in the suit and his nipples that were like all slaves, was pierced, but his rings were pulled tight by a chain across between the nipples. As the Master General talked to some guests he would, from time to time, tease the slave who was pulled tight to him by his Master, by the lead, by reaching down and stroking the slaves cock and the massaging him with his hand until he was fully hard and then as the slave was near to cumming, he would stop. The slave wanting release, his breathing hard and audible through the tubes would start pumping himself in his Masters hand, for which the Master would grab his balls firmly, the slave stopping immediately, a muffled groan just audible from the hood.
Eventually the Master General stopped by the small group where Kyle was standing and greeted the men, as he looked at Kyle he shot him a knowing glance, the friendly face fleetingly disappearing, slightly un-nerving Kyle. Then he was gone. Kyle made his excuses and left the group, for he had other things on his mind for he wanted to take his visit upstairs.
He paid a donation , which went to charities, was handed a ticket and a condom and was allowed up the stairs. At the top, a wing had been set aside as with the previous years for real pleasure. The Master General allowed some of his slaves to be used by his guests, on certain conditions; no drugs to be used, condoms to be used at all times (one ticket colour coded for each room and one condom provided- if you wanted to enter more than one room, you bought more tickets), no fiddling with the hood to see who the slave was and the golden rule NOT to be broken-no physically hitting the Slave. If the slave was to be hit, then only by The Master General or with his permission, which was a rarity.
At the door to each room stood a Proctector, collecting the tickets allowing the guests to enter when free, as some rooms were more popular than others, there was some more queuing. Each room was elegantly decorated as with the rest of the mansion, heavy curtains at the windows and no other furniture except for the bondage piece for that room and a naked but hooded and muzzled slave attached in various positions and a small table on which was placed several tubes of lube and a box of tissues. The only one that was different was the room with the glory hole booth in, this held two slaves separated by an internal wall, their legs locked down , kneeling, hands behind their backs, necks chained to the wall, mouths at hole. Unknown to the Masters outside, who could see one another as there was no partition between them, there was a Proctector standing behind the slaves to make sure they did not speak.
Kyle found the room that he wanted and began to chat to the only other Master who was waiting, he had a slave kneeling at his feet. There was a knock at the door from inside and the Proctector unlocked the door, let the Master out and the other master in, the slave was taken in as well, this was allowed, but the slave was locked to a ring on the wall by the Proctector as he held the key. As Kyle waited he heard a fanfare from downstairs from the ballroom, the slave show was just about to start, but he was not interested in this. He had seen it before, parades to find the best of show slave, Master and slave and Master together in categories of all leather, all rubber and leather and rubber mixed. Then there was the main award for best of show overall winner. There was a special award for the master who could position and restrain his slave in the best way.
Kyle waited he guessed for about ten minutes when there was a knock on the door, the Master was ready to leave, He and his slave duly left and Kyle handed the Proctector his ticket and entered the room, the door closing and locking behind him. He stood still for a moment as he watched the bound slave strapped across the whipping horse, legs spread wide opened chained down, body across the horse, arms pulled tight and spread open , chained to the legs the other side, and a chain pulling his head tight down and again locked to the floor. Kyle could feel his kick hardening under his 501’s and he was now in his own world, just as he faintly heard the fanfare of the first show winner being announced.
As the show progressed through the awards, and the Master General handed out the awards the time passed and the best of show was awarded to the overall winner, a cheer erupted from the hall. The Master General stayed on the stage, his slave ever present at his shoulder, behind them a set of stocks was erected behind him, the crowd growing silent, knowing impending doom for a Master. Up on the end wall behind the stage, a Large painted began to slid across to reveal a large hidden video wall. Then the Master General began to speak, the tone in his soft voice becoming more serious.
“It has come to my attention that a some rules have been broken here tonight.” A wave of booing coming from the crowd. ”A serious crime against one of my slaves, from a trusted Master, who…”he paused for effect.
“who should be more aware of the consequences if caught.” Noise could be heard from the hall and a passage automatically opened from there to the stage. Clamped in the hands of two Proctectors was a sack covered Master. He was dragged up to the stage and held behind the stocks. The Master then spoke again as the sack was lifted from the Master.
“Behold your traitor!”
The Masters Ball (Part 3)
Kyle stood arms locked behind his back in restraints, struggling to free himself without success. The crowd booed loudly, then the Master General raised his right hand and the crowd went silent, waiting for his next words. “The master you see before you is charged with physical abuse of a slave! My property!” The crowed jeered again. “Furthermore, tonight is not the only time!” More jeering.
“What say the jury?” He beckoned.
“Guilty!” The reply.
“Are you sure?”
“Guilty!” The reply again.
“Wait, there is evidence.” The video wall sprung to life. The door opened and Kyle walked in stopping for a moment looking at the slave, “Ah utopia!” he said a hint of ecstasy in his voice, slipping his waistcoat off, dropping it to the floor, he then walked over to the slave, who sensed a presence, tensed slightly in his restraints. Kyle positioned himself at the slaves hole and began to rub the flesh with his hand, then rubbed his enclosed cock, up to the slaves hole, then pulling back he wiped his jeans from the residue of lube from the previous Master. He stepped back and began to circle the immobile slave stopping at his head. He crouched down and twisted the slaves head to the right as far as it would go while chained.
“Ready for the best fuck of your life? Huh slave?” He then backhand the slaves leathered face and stood up, laughing as he then walked over to the table, grabbing at the tissues to wipe his jeans from the lube. He then picked a tube and walked back to the slave. “
Are you ready?” He said as he slapped the slave across the arse.
“I didn’t hear you.” he said as he slapped the slave again. He squeezed some lube onto the slave and began to push a finger in the hole before him, spreading the cheeks apart as far as he could. He pulled it out then pushed two in as far a he could, feeling the slave react, then pulling out again.
“Don’t worry.” he said, “Just for starters.” He said as he let the slave go and then whacked him again harder than before. Kyle’s cock strained in the leather of his jeans as he they were then unbuttoned and the zip pulled down, he pushed the jeans down until they rested onto the top of his boots. He the rested his rock hard cock at the slaves hole, again spreading the cheeks apart as he rubbed it against the slaves hole, but not entering him, he pulled back again.
“This wont hurt!” He said as he whipped the slave again, pushing himself in before his hand had left skin, forcing his cock in fast and hard as far as he could go, then stopped still, the slave tensing, then Kyle began to pump the slave slowly at first but building up faster and faster. As he pumped away at the slave he was grabbing at the slaves back, still from time to time, whipping him across the back, the slave moaning into his gagged muzzle.
Kyle pumped away until he was ready to climax but pulling out just before he did, pushing his body against the slave he masturbated until he came, shooting a large stream of hot cum across the slaves back, Kyle kept on masturbating until he had finished shooting his load onto the slave then he stepped back breathing hard, standing looking at his work on the slave as he steadied himself, then pulling up his jeans again he pulled out a tissue from a pocket and wiped his now softening cock, then finally closing up his jeans. He walked over to the table, placing the lube back and throwing the tissue into a provided bin. He walked back to the slaves head and twisted it round as before saying.
“I know you enjoyed that, I can’t hear you complaining.” He then backhanded the slave like before. Standing up he began to walk away then stopped looked around.
“Bye pigboy!” he said, a touch of laughter in his voice.
He walked over to the door, picked up his waistcoat and knocked, but there was no immediate response, he knocked again, still it did not open, again he knocked and this time it began to open slightly at first then it flew open and the next Kyle knew was he was on his back on the floor, strong hands grabbing at him and then darkness as a heavy duty mailsack was pulled over his head and secured.
The screen blackened and the picture slid back across the screen into its original place. The crowd silent as the master spoke. “Now that you have seen the evidence, what is your verdict?”
“Guilty!”
Kyle struggled in his restraints.
“How do you plead Master Kyle?”
“You bastard!” He shouted at the Master General.
“Nothing in your defence? “ The Master General asked Kyle. “Well there is only one sentence I can give the accused.” The crowd bayed for punishment. “The Stocks!”
As if by an implanted command in the Proctectors minds, at the word ‘Stocks’, they at once began to roughly strip the clothing of Kyle, leaving on his collar.. A 7 bar Metal Gates of Hell was pulled onto his cock which began to stiffen and a parachute attached to his balls. He was stood. held behind the open stocks, his hands again restrained behind his back, his ankles placed into stocks attached to the upright stocks but set back, spreading them wide apart, his head pulled down and held into the stocks which was rapidly closed and locked, his restrained hands pulled up his back and locked to the stocks by a short chain, chains were then attached to the parachute and pulled down tightly towards the base of the upright stocks, tit clams placed on his hardened nipples, chained together then pulled down and attached to the chain from the parachute .Kyle was still cursing at the Master General.
The Crowd was silent as the Master General was handed a board which listed names of some of the Masters in the crowd. He began to call them out as one by one they proceeded up to the stage and lined up bend the Master General. Ten names called, none of them Kyle recognised. The Master General crouched down, gripping Kyle’s chin in his fingers he whispered to Kyle.
“You broke two of my rules, now you must pay the price“. Standing up he undid the collar and lifting it aloft in both hands so the diamond encrusted “Master” label glinted in the lights, the crowd cheered. Then the Master General walked back behind Kyle, his slave as always still linked to his Master.
“Let the punishment begin!” He called out as he was handed a leather covered wooden paddle. With one swift, sharp swing of his arm, he brought the paddle down across Kyle’s arse. Kyle wanted to scream out in pain but clamped his mouth shut, knowing he could not give in and yell out, as this would show weakness. The acute snap of the paddle smacking against flesh pierced the silence of the baying crowd, who then after the hit began to cheer. The General Master handed the paddle back to a Proctector and signalled to the first Master on the stage to come forward, his condom covered cock already standing out and hardening, he placed it at Kyle’s hole and began to push into Kyle. Pain shot through his body which momentarily covered in a cold sweat, as he was a Master and had not been fucked before. After several minutes the Master pulled back and finished climaxing using his hand, the condom catching his hot cum. The condom was then carefully taken of the master and the contents placed into a jar. The Second Master was then beckoned forward and followed the procedure of the first Master, pumped Kyle until his was ready to climax, pulling back and climaxing by hand into the condom, the contents added to the jar. This was down by all ten Masters, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd and the music from the orchestra that was still playing in the background, after which a plug was inserted.
After the last Masters cum filled condom had been emptied into the jar, they were dismissed by the Master General, applauded by the crowd. The Master General then took the jar and again came to Kyle’s head crouching down, he dipped a finger into the jar and proceeded to wipe a small amount of the cum across Kyle’s face. He tried to avoid it but to no avail. The Master General then signalled to a Proctector who came forward holding a funnel gag which was locked around Kyle’s head. The Master General stood up lifting the jar above his head showing the crowd, then he brought it down to the top of the funnel, Kyle’s breathing rapid as he could only watch what was happening. The Master General tipped the jar forward with one hand, then pinched Kyle’s nose closed with the other hand, forcing Kyle to gulp the cum down so he could breath. The crowd cheering quiet at first but getting louder as the jar was emptied. Then as the Master General heard the gasp of air sucked through the funnel gag, he released Kyle’s head, which fell forward. The gag was then swiftly taken off and the Master General was handed a leather hood which was just as swiftly placed over his head and laced up. Kyle then heard a click as the collar was strapped on and locked. The a gagged muzzle was placed over the top of this and again locked on. Kyle found he had limited vision as the hood had pin hole eyes. Then his head was yanked back and attached to the stocks, like his hands by a small chain clipped to a ring connected to the top of the muzzle. The Master General then appeared in Kyle’s vision grinning. Then standing up he called out, “Punishment executed!” to the loudest roar of the evening. He then crouched down again to Kyle’s ear and said.
“But not over! Enjoy the rest of the evening!” Then he come back to face Kyle with a smile before disappearing from view.
Kyle was then left alone on the stage still in the stocks, but with wit a metal pole placed under the lowest part of his stomach to stop him from lowering himself.
He was left there to the end of the night on full view of the other Masters, who on approaching jeered him.
Gradually the masters and slaves left but for a few select Masters, a couple with slaves, who were personally invited by the Master General to stay for the weekend. It was now perhaps mid morning as Kyle remembered from a previous Ball that he was invited to stay. The Orchestra had by now stopped playing and in the quiet of the hall only the clipping of the masters boots could be heard as the small select group followed the Master General (who still had his slave behind him, but now leashed), climbed up onto the stage. He knelt down so he could face Kyle to talk to him.
“I don’t believe that you are remorseful of breaking my rules. I also don’t think that you are sorry for abusing my slave. But I am not talking about the slave from last night, I am talking about the slave that you took-sorry-cheated away from me a couple of years ago. You have not treated him well and he is now being cared for by my other slaves. For this your punishment is to continue for a bit longer until I am satisfied that you are sorry. As you know I am a fair man and treat Master, Slaves and my Proctectors with the same respect each deserves.” He stood up and signalled to the Protectors nearby.
“Take him away!” he said. Kyle then felt hands over him as the chain holding his head was suddenly released, his head falling forward from weakness, his limited vision was focusing at the floor of the stage when he heard through the hood the muffled clinking of chains and then, his eyes caught a flash of something falling, then focusing on something sparkling, the words “Master’s Slave” in front of him. Then it was gone as a Protector picked it up and attached it to his collar as he was hoisted up, half supported half dragged, he was taken from the stage and over to a door that appeared, like the video screen, from behind a painting. The door already open and into darkness he was led.
The Masters Ball (Part4)
As Kyle was manhandled through the doorway, the natural darkness of the corridor was taken away and replaced by man made darkness as a blindfold was attached to the hood. He was dragged down stone steps and led into a room and with what seemed like hundreds of hands he was swiftly lifted up and placed onto a table, straps covering him and securing him to it, the butt plug still inserted and the metal gates of hell also still in place. Then the clinking of the Protectors boots disappearing from hearing range as they left the room, closing the door, locking it shut. Kyle was totally immobile, the feeling of leather under his skin cold. He tried to move, but it was useless, only the leather moved and creaked as it did. But it was not long before Kyle fell asleep, exhausted from the events that had overtaken him in the last twenty four hours.
He woke suddenly. Was it a dream? Had he dreamt it all? He opened his eyes still darkness, but not as before, at sometime the blindfold had been taken off the hood, but he was still strapped to the table and cold. Still silence. He resigned himself to the situation he was in and was soon asleep again.
He woke suddenly. There was a light somewhere in the room. He blinked his eyes trying to focus on what it was and where it was coming from.
“Welcome back to the world of the living Slave Kyle.!” he recognised this as the Master General’s voice.
“I have been pondering on what I want to do with you until I can trust you enough to let you serve me properly. I am having difficulty in deciding what to do, so for now at least for the next week I have decided to leave you outside the house, but…”he paused.
“you will not be free.” He walked over so that Kyle could see him through the eyes of the hood. He could just vaguely make out the shadows of other figures in the dim light.
“You will be the dog that you have been behaving like. Your hands will be fisted and gloved to make paws. A Hogtie chain will be attached to your ankles and wrists so that you can not stand, only like a dog. The gates of hell that you are now wearing will be replaced by another one that is attached to a belt, which will be strapped around the lowest part of you abdomen, with your balls parachuted and pulled back by the chains and attached to the belt at the back. A half harness worn on the top of your body. A leather head harness and collar will be placed on your head and neck, but the harness will have a rubber dogs nose attached, which has two breathing tubes placed down the nostrils, a tube then slightly sticking out from the front will then be inserted into your mouth, locked in place by the straps of the head harness, rendering your chin fixed in place and unable to move or talk. A tail butt plug placed in your arse. And you will be chained by the rear door of the mansion, a kennel to sleep in, but there are rules, which if broken are as always punishable. There will be a bowl for water in reach and a bowl for a protein drink for food as you will not be able to eat for the week..
Two more things , your nipples will be ringed and you will be milked for one last time, so I would enjoy it if I was you, it might not happen for a while!
“Rules are simple, do not approach any other slaves or the Protectors. No fouling the kennel. You will be taken by the same trainer Protector from time to time, to relieve yourself on the green at the back of the mansion, the one with the large Oak tree on and only there. Is that clear?” he asked.
Kyle tried to utter something audible through the gag.
“I take that as a ‘Yes Sir!’” The General Master said, then as he stepped back out of view, hands were at his head and the straps holding it down were released the collar and gag undone and the hood removed., his head then kept pulled forward, he looked around to see two other protectors apart from the one holding his head as he opened and closed his mouth to ease the aching muscles. The Master General looking back at him with a sneering grin just visible in his thick goatee beard in the dim light, his leather jeans creaking slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Behind him Kyle’s slave, who he brought with him, was collared and leashed, naked and kneeling at the Master General’s feet. An arm looped around one of the Master General’s legs, a hand stroking the leather jeans and up to the Master Generals cock and balls as if he was paying homage to a god, but he just stared at Kyle strapped to the table. The Master General pulled on the lead, signalling for the slave to stand and said “Begin!”
It did not take long for the change to be done as each Protector worked independently to the others, his body bucking as he climaxed as he was milked, pain as his nipples were pierced and ringed . Kyle was soon being dragged through the outside corridor, his un-rhythmic walk not helped by the hogtie chain, the stride of the Protector and the lack of familiarity to walking like a dog on all fours.
He was blinded by the light as the exited the rear door of the mansion where the kennel had been set up, bowls nearby as promised, the heavy chain locked to the collar. Then in silence and within seconds he was alone again. He was thirsty and made his way to the water bowl, and after trial and error he managed to suck up some water through the tube. He then made his way back to the kennel and went inside trying to relax and sit somehow in a comfortable position and out of the heat of the strong sun, sick sore and sorry, beginning to feel sorry for himself, the feeling of wanting to piss began to enter his thoughts as his hard metal ringed cock began to get harder as he tried not to piss.
The thought of work suddenly entered his head, what day was it? He had no idea how much time had passed since he was taken down from the stocks, he guessed that was then Saturday mid morning. Work! They would be wondering what has happened to him. Some knew he was gay, but they did not know about his love of leather and rubber. And the lifestyle.
He felt a tug on the chain, jolting back to reality, he had not heard the Protector approaching. He was pulled across the gravel towards the tree shaded grass lawn. As he was pulled up to the tree, he noticed a standpipe with a hose attached to it and he began wonder what it was for, hoping that it was to cool him down as the kennel was in the direct path of the sun and would be all day, but he was disappointed as he was told by the Protector to shit and piss, the butt plug then taken out with a pop as the muscle holding it in released it, his arse then pushed down by the Protectors booted foot, forcing Kyle to spread his legs out as far as they were allowed, so as not to shit on the chains. As he had been desperate to shit, he did, then he began to piss, a trickle at first, then flowing faster as he began to relax more and his cock soften up slightly, the piss running up his stomach slightly then dripping to the floor. The Protector then clipped the chain to a hook on the branch and paced over to the hose, pulling it over to Kyle, then forcing this butt open he released an ice cold jet of water up into Kyle’s arse. Kyle jolting with the shock and surprise of the cold water, as he could not see what the Protector was doing. Kyle was then dragged back to the Kennel, the chain locked to the wall again, the Protector disappearing as quick as he had first appeared. Kyle crawled back into the kennel and waited for time to pass, thinking of what was going to happen as the Protector training him was a top ranked Protector and known to be severely strict..
He soon fell asleep from the heat, but was awoken by the chain dragging him from the kennel again and across to the tree and the same procedure as before, but he did not pass anything only water, but he was still washed as before. He was then dragged to the kennel, this time beginning to get his rhythm to walk behind the Protector. When they were back, a protein drink had been placed into the food bowl which Kyle began to drink, he had not realised how hungry he had got.
He was alone again and began to cool down as the sun began to lower, he again entered the kennel hoping to be a little warmer as it was now chilling off. He found himself asleep again as he began to get used to easier positions to sit or lay in. Then he was awoken again by the chain being tugged and once again led to the tree, and as twice before ordered to piss and shit then washed before being led back to the kennel. Kyle began to feel tired physically, his body was beginning to ache, muscles aching in the chains, but as it was now getting dark, lights slowly going out in the mansion he fell into a deep sleep.
The Masters Ball (Part 5)
Kyle woke with a shock, being dragged from the Kennel to be greeted by his trainer Protector, who yelled at him to get into the standing stance, but dazed and confused he did not react quick enough as the Protector began to pull him across the gravel to the tree, where as the day before, with the butt plug removed, he was ordered to piss and shit.. He only managed to piss, spraying himself up across his stomach as he had got desperate to relieve himself and his cock was rock hard in the metal rings. The Protector walked over to the hose and as before sprayed the ice cold water across Kyle’s arse.
Then he just dropped it to the floor, Kyle was not sure as to what was happening as he then heard the jangle of keys and as he turned his head to see what the Protector was doing, the Protector shouted at him to face the front. He felt the Protector at his ankles as he unlocked the chain that was holding them together and was told not to move , he then heard a chain rattling through a pulley, then his ankles locked in a spreader bar, then the clank of the chain again as his legs were hoisted upwards, and he was lifted completely of the ground, his arms dangling down, his fisted and gloved hands just low enough to brush the grass, but not hard enough to feel the ground. Kyle looked up a second before the ice cold water was sprayed over his body, but with a bit more pressure than what was used on his arse.
After about five minutes the Protector stopped spraying Kyle all over and reeled in the hose, then walked away, leaving Kyle hanging upside down from the tree, Kyle had not noticed the hoist in the tree the day before, but then he was not looking for it.
As he hung from his ankles, swaying gentle, the water began to run down his body and drip onto the grass. After about half an hour the protector returned and lowered him to the ground, the jangle of keys again as the spreader bar was un-locked and the hogtie chain re-locked to his ankles. The clank of the chain as the hoist was raised back into the tree.
He was dragged back the kennel where a protein drink was in the food bowl and fresh cold water in the other. He was then alone so he sucked up the food as he had become hungry again, this time sucking up the drink easier than before. He crawled back into the kennel and tried to sit on his side leaning against the wall of the kennel, looking out for any sign of life, but it was not long until he heard the crunch of the gravel and the chain was pulled, dragging him out of the kennel into the sun, which was beginning to warm up. It was the Master General, Kyle’s slave behind him ,as he was in the cell, still naked, collared and restrained. and the trainer Protector.
“Sit!” The Protector loudly ordered Kyle, he then placed his foot hard against the bottom of Kyle’s back, pushing his arse down, the tail plug stopping on the ground and being pushed in further.
“I hear that you have been in the kennel too much.” The Master General stated. “ I do not like that, I like my slaves and Protectors to be tanned and honed to perfection, that is why I have ordered the door to be locked shut until tonight and that will be everyday for the rest of the week. Understand?”
Kyle nodded slowly.
“Good, we are beginning to understand one another, and they say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” Kyle heard the lock click shut by the Protector once the Master General had finished speaking and had left.. Kyle watched the Master General and the slave walk away , the Master General in his boots, leather jeans and vest, the naked slave lead by the lead behind him. Kyle’s cock began to get hard in its metal prison, he tried to lower himself to the ground and tried to rub himself against the ground, anything to try to climax for relief, but the protector saw this and grabbed his balls, squeezing them firmly, Kyle moaning in his gag and stopped quickly.
“No!” he said. “That is not allowed for you anymore.!” And then he was gone again.
But while he was alone he tried again, but it was no good. He was desperate to relieve himself as he had a high sex drive. But the more he tried the harder he got , the more pain he received from the metal rings of the gates of hell, and so stopped.
After some more time alone, the Protector returned with a tube of cream, he ordered Kyle to stand still while the Protector rubbed it all over Kyle’s body, it was a sun block, cooling Kyle’s skin which was beginning to burn in the summer sun. As the Protector rubbed Kyle, Kyle began to get hard again, the Protector realising this decided to tease him by rubbing the cream around Kyle’s arse, pushing now and then on the butt plug, then moving down towards the pulled back balls, rubbing harder, Kyle audibly moaning into his gag, the Protector then moving his hand across Kyle’s gated cock, running his fingers up and down the shaft, squeezing in between the rings, brining Kyle to a height, then without warning, he stood up swiftly, stamping his booted foot against Kyle’s back, pushing his arse against the floor and banging the plug against the floor jolting up into Kyle’s arse.
“Enough!” The Protector yelled and was gone.
This happened for the next five days until the Saturday, when mid-morning, Kyle was dragged back into the basement corridors of the mansion and into the room where he was taken the week before. Here, already congregated was the Master General, his slave, naked and kneeling at his feet, another slave and Protector. The room was still dimly lit but apart from a table with some food and water on in the corner, hanging from the centre of the ceiling was two chains, both connected at a set of leather wrist restraints, one hanging direct from the ceiling, the other looped to the back wall then across to a loop attached to the ceiling just past the centre, the end hanging down with a set of keys on them. The hogtie chains were then taken of, but in one swift move he was stretched up, his wrists strapped and locked in the hanging restraints, ankles strapped in the same manner and was left hanging with his feet just on the ground, barely taking his wait. The head harness taken off letting Kyle move his jaw for the first time in almost a week. The gates of hell and parachute also taken off. With Kyle hung from the ceiling, the Master General approached him and began to speak.
“ I have come to a decision. To give you a chance. You see I am a fair Master. The keys to the locks of your restraints are on the ring in front of you. But you now have a choice, do you want to stay or not? You will now be locked in here for an hour, alone and if you want to leave all you have to do is reach for the keys and release yourself, food for you to eat has also been laid out as you can see. But if by the end of the hour you are not free, I will take that as a sign that you want to stay and give your life to me. The choice is yours.” A ring gag was then inserted into Kyle’s mouth
With that said, the Master General turned around and left, followed by the other occupants. Kyle tried straight away to reach for the keys, straining every muscle to get at them, but as he tried to push his hands forward the keys went up to the ceiling out of reach, pulled up by the chain that was attached to the back wall. Kyle soon began to tire, each move an effort, and each effort further and further apart, rough justice Kyle kept thinking to himself.
On the hour the door opened and the Master General walked in, followed by the same people as before.
“I see you have made your decision.” he said mockingly. But now you have to prove that you can work for me and that I can trust you.” there was movement and a set of stocks was brought into the cell.
“Now I have to see if you can please me.” The Master General lead his slave to the stocks, which was placed side on to Kyle, pulling down on the lead, tying it around the cross beam instead of locking the slave in them, the hands instead placed on top of the beam. The Protector stood directly behind Kyle, who could feel the Protectors hard cock through his leather jeans, placing an arm around Kyle’s chest and up gripping his head tightly, holding Kyle so he could see what was going on.
In silence the Master General walked around to the slaves arse and began to lube up, the slaves legs spaced apart, then when he was ready the Master General undid the button of his jeans, undid the zip letting his jeans fall slightly to his knees, exposing his long and thick semi erect cock. He gripped his shaft and began to rub up and down several times be fore he stepped up to the bent over slave and placing his hardening cock at the opening of the slaves hole, he began to push himself in, the slave audible groaning at having to take in the Master Generals hard, long, thick cock., his hands gripping onto the wood stocks, nails digging in. The master General pushing and pumping into the slave slow at first but building up speed, his hands gripping onto the slaves hips to steady himself as he pumped harder and faster, the moans of the slave getting louder until just as he was about to climax, the Master General pulled out and gripping himself again, he finished himself off pushing his body hard against the slave, shooting a large stream of hot cum across the slaves back, rubbing himself until he had completely emptied his load onto the slaves skin. Breathing slightly fast and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the Master General stepped back and turned to face Kyle and in is low voice he said.
“Now you know what you have to do.”
Then with the swiftness that Kyle had become aware to, the Protector still standing directly behind him reached up, unlocked the restraints and pushing him with his body to the other side of the stocks to the slave, and then with the help of another Protector, undid the straps and locked Kyle in the stocks, his legs pulled apart and placed into spreader bars, attached to the floor. The ring gag was left in place and as he looked up he looked straight at the slave who had not left the spot where he was standing, the Master Generals cum still on his back..
Kyle could see the slaves cock beginning to stiffen as the Master General came back behind the slave and then pushed him closer to Kyle’s face who caught a glimpse of the Master Generals still rock hard cock, he then proceeded to Kyle’s arse and after rubbing lube onto him, he placed his cock at the opening of Kyle’s arse, exactly as he had done earlier to the slave. Kyle moaned loudly through the ring gag, squeezing his eyes up in pain, breathing sharply. Then as he started to pump himself slowly at first into Kyle he motioned to the slave who then rubbed himself several times, stepped forward a bit more and put his hardened cock into Kyle’s mouth, through the ring gag, just the right size for the slave as it rubbed his cock, as he began to pump himself in Kyle’s mouth deeper and deeper as he to began to pick up speed. Kyle began to gag as the slave fucked him in the mouth, the slave grabbing at Kyle’s locked head, pulling at it to try to force himself in deeper, ramming his cockhead against the back of Kyle’s throat, Kyle’s breathing fast and hard, his body covered in sweat from being double fucked and from the pain from the Master Generals hard cock being trusted harder and faster into him.
The slave began to shake as he shot his load of cum into Kyle’s mouth who immediately retched but had to swallow it back down as the slaves cock was still in his mouth., his teeth biting down on the ring of the gag. Then as the slave pulled himself out of Kyle’s mouth he grabbed his cock and placing it at Kyle’s face that was not covered by the straps of the gag, he wiped the last of his cum across Kyle’s face.
The Master General was still pumping his cock into Kyle getting harder all the time, gripping tightly onto Kyle’s hips as he did until, covered in sweat and breathing heavily he too pulled out of Kyle and as he did with the slave, gripped his cock and erupted another large stream of hot cum across Kyle’s back. Then after a few seconds to catch his breath again, he scooped up some of the cum on his fingers, walked around to Kyle’s head and with out a word poked them into Kyle’s mouth and smeared the cum inside onto Kyle’s tongue, Then he gripped his slightly soften cock and as the slave had done before, wiped the drips of cum from it across Kyle’s face.
Then he put his hand under Kyle’s chin and pulling it back until Kyle’s head was held against the back of the stocks.
“Not bad for a Master.” He said. “I think you will do what I want of you. You will have your uses, starting tonight!” With that he let Kyle’s head drop and taking hold of the slaves lead walked over to the door. Stopping he turned to the training Protector and said.
“Get him ready!” Then the Master General and slave were gone.
The Masters Ball (Part 6)
Kyle was un-locked from the stocks and the ring gag removed, but with quickness that he had come to know from the Protectors, he was pulled from the room and dragged into another room directly opposite. This was as dimly lit as the previous room that they had just left. This room just contained a stool with a butt plug attached to the seat, next to it was a table with shaving gear on it. In one of the far corners was a shower head hanging from the wall, attached to it was a set if cuffs hanging down, beneath which was a drain. Kyle was unceremoniously lifted up by the protectors and placed on the stool, the plug pushing into Kyle’s hole, groaning loudly. His hands were pulled to his side and cuffed to the stool as was his ankles, then the trainer Protector proceeded to shave him as he had not shaved or been shaved for over a week, and the Master General had all his slaves clean shaven. As the trainer Protector worked away, Kyle felt a tingling sensation to his skin, but put it down to the fact that he had not shaved for the week..
The hair on his head was then trimmed down again with bear clippers and then shaved clean, again Kyle was aware of the tingling sensation, but it soon wore off. He was then unlocked from the stool, as he was lifted of the butt plug came out with a pop. He was then pulled across to the shower head, placed beneath it, facing the door, his hands locked into the cuffs which was higher up than it looked, this stretching Kyle up.
The Protectors walked away towards the door, behind which was hanging rubber aprons, which they placed on themselves and tied them up behind themselves. Then one of them walked over to a tap on a pipe in the other corner and without warning twisted it hard and a forceful jet of ice cold water fell across Kyle, the shock shuddering his body. He was then washed all over with the same soap as he was shaved with, again with the same tingling sensation. After they had finished washing him, they dried him still attached to the shower head, and it was at this time that he looked down and saw that he was completely smooth, he had some body hair, but it was now gone, as was his pubic hair. The trainer Protector saw him looking and said “Don’t worry, that is the least of your problems.”
With this he was released from the cuffs and lead out of this room and again into another room, but as he walked he could feel a covering over his skin, like a thin layer of rubber. Then he was placed into a one piece, neck opening rubber suit which had already been lubed up, feet attached and a built in butt plug which was inserted in, with a struggle, as it was bigger than he had ever taken up his arse and he thought it was going to go straight through him. His cock and balls was pulled through a cockring at the front, and as the suit was pulled up his arms were pulled into the sleeves which ended with attached fist mitts, holes at the nipples and the suit then stopped at the neck . He was then lifted up and placed onto a rack, which was then pulled to stretch Kyle but not to the extreme. Then he was left alone for about an hour, after which the Protectors returned with the Master General and slave in tow and another Protector, who was carrying a tray.
The Trainer Protector walked over to Kyle and lifted his head up to face the Master General, who just looked back for a moment then said, “ Now for the next step I wanted to be present, there is something that needs to be done to stop it being used as it is now really of no use to you.”
With that he stepped back and the third Protector stepped forward and picked up something from the tray. Kyle could see that it was a metallic tube bent down with a thin tube coming down from the open end. And as the protector moved closer Kyle realised it was shaped like a cock, with a lip out on the open end.
“What the fuck is going on?” he said anger in his voice as he tried to struggle in his restraints.
“Quiet!” The trainer Protector holding his head said.
The other Protector pulled at Kyle’s cock and began to push the small tube down it, heat spreading through it and Kyle began to get hard, but expecting this, the Protector picked up a bag of ice and placed it on Kyle’s cock which softened immediately. His cock then slid smoothly into the steel tube, with the thinner tube going down into the slit of his cock and it was then that Kyle realised it was a catheter, this forcing Kyle’s cock downwards. Then the protector picked up what looked like two halves of a steel ball, which he placed around Kyle’s balls tightly and over the lip at the base of the tube, then a sensation of heat as the steel cage was soldered shut permanently. Kyle began to shout out to take it off, but the Protector gripped his chin firmly stopping him from talking. Then the Master general walked back over but he was holding a mirror.
“See, I told you that you would not be needing it any more!” He said as he placed the mirror to show Kyle his new steel cock. It was then that Kyle recognised what had been locked onto him, he had seen it on one of the slaves he had fucked at a previous Masters Ball.
“One more thing to be added. And this is permanent.” The Master General said as he was handed a leather hood with a metal collar treaded through loops at the neck, and pulled it over Kyle’s head, strapping it tight behind his neck, the collar looked with a padlock which Kyle heard click shut, he then felt a tug at the lock and then heard a snap as the key was broken in the lock, then he saw a soldering iron and realised that the lock was going to be sealed. The hood had an open mouth and eyes.
“That’s it, ready for tonight.” The Master General said.
“I am sure you heard the lock shut on the collar, and it will not come off, the rest will when I am finished with you tonight after the small dinner party that I am holding and with you like that on my new frame, I feel that you will make the perfect centre piece.” With that he walked away stopping at a Protector.
“Take him up!” With this a gag muzzle was placed over the hood but he still had vision, for what Kyle thought.
He was led up the stairs and out into the ballroom , through to the foyer and into the room that was a week before the crèche. This time a set of dining tables had been set out, almost making a square, but the last side not in place, this leaving access to the space in the middle. This contained a large steel square frame in a circular base. Kyle was pulled up to the frame and lifted into it, his feet locked into solid restraints in the bottom corners, feet placed on shaped plates., forcing him to spread his legs apart, the steel bands sticking into the leg just above the ankle. His arms lifted up and fixed in cuffs attached to short chains, stretching him up. A short chain was then attached to a ‘d’ ring on the top of the muzzle pulling his head up keeping it up and fix, not allowing any movement. The protectors left him and a table was placed in the space that was left to form a perfect square, this was laid out ready for the evening by some other slaves, who-Kyle thought- seemed to act like they were hypnotised in some way. Then they were gone, the door shut and Kyle was left alone, he began to feel warm in the rubber suit and could feel sweat beginning to run down his body and to his feet.
Kyle did not know how long he had been like this when he heard the door open and the Master General appeared in front of him, standing behind the table, his slave-Kyle’s slave- as ever behind him and Kyle could just see that the collar that the slave was wearing, was the diamond “Slave” encrusted collar that Kyle had brought for him. The General Master dressed in his black leather jeans, ‘Y’ harness the end disappearing beneath the waist band of the jeans and waistcoat, full leather gloves, generals cap and boots.
“Sorry to keep you hanging around!” The Master General said.
“But I had other things to do before my guests arrive. I hope that they like my new centre piece, I try to find something new for them each time.” There was a knock at the door, and a Protector entered and walked up to the Master General and whispered something to him, then left.
“Ah my first guest has arrived, but before I leave for the moment one more thing.” He picked up a small almost flat black box from the table. And pressed a button, Kyle began to feel a tingling in his balls.
“I forgot to mention earlier, there is a small unit in the ball cage that you are wearing, and when you do not do as you are told, or I just feel like it I just press this button and you get a small electric shock but just in case you think that it is this strength only, this is the weakest setting.” He pressed another button and the strength heightened until Kyle bucked in his restraints for a few seconds, then it stopped.
“So don’t get any ideas.” he then walked up to Kyle and pulled out a small chain and began to clip it to the nipple rings , pulling the nipples tight towards each other, like the slave from the Ball. That’s better!” He said. He then picked up another box and the frame juddered into life and extremely slowly began to swing round, he then left and the door closed again, as Kyle’s body relaxed from the shock, more sweat running down his body, in the suit.
Again after a time the door opened and the room began to fill with about ten masters and their slaves, each sitting at named seats, their slaves kneeling to their left, heads bowed down. The Master General sat in a carver chair at the head, his slave like the others kneeling next to him. They were all talking, filling the room with their chatter, conversations of sorts, some comments of the centre piece, as they were then served with their meals. As Kyle twisted round, he thought he recognised a couple of the voices, a Master wearing a leather executioners hood had a tattoo on his arm that he thought he had seen before.
As they finished their main course Kyle was facing the Master General, who was quietly watching him turn, as he did so he picked up something from his plate and fed it to his slave, who then licked the glove clean of all juices. He then slid his gloved hand up across the slaves face and began to casually stroke the slaves head, knowing that Kyle was able to see and not do anything about it. It was now that Kyle noticed something different about the slave, but could not tell what it was.
When the meal was over the Master General spoke.
“Now I think it is time to entertain ourselves. The top table was removed and a whipping bench was placed in the middle just away from the reach of the turning frame.
“Who will be first?” The Master General spoke as he pulled out a piece of paper from a small leather bag that he had been handed. A masters slave was called out and led to the bench, lifted onto it and strapped and tied to it. Then a masters name was called out who walked up to the trapped slave, given a condom and began to fuck him. After he had climaxed to applause from the other masters, his own slave was brought to him and the cum filled condom then fed to the slave. This was repeated until all the slaves were used. As the Master General fucked his chosen slave, the slave moaned, while Kyle could understand why. When the General Masters slave’s name was called another slave was brought in, but it was his own slave that was fed his cum.
Once all the masters had fucked a slave each, they then retired to another room where they could sit in more comfortable chairs. When the room was empty but for the Master General and his slave, he approached Kyle and the frame stopped moving.
“I have been watching you tonight. Your eyes gave it away, you have noticed something different about My slave.” he said.
“Yes he is different, more muscular. I, as you may or may not know have fingers in a lot of pies, all my own pies at that. One being a set of labs, which have pioneered a hormone that supplements a weight training programme. It builds up tissue, but there is also a more advanced supplement that builds up the bone, thickening the bones to take the extra muscle, giving the taker more height. How do you think I found all my Protectors?” With that he turned around and taking hold of the lead that was now attached to the slave, lead him out of the room, turning of the light off, leaving Kyle in darkness but for light that flowed in from the foyer as the door was left open on purpose, so that Kyle could hear all that was going on.
Gradually the noise died down as the masters and their slaves gradually left and after all had gone a Protector entered the room and released Kyle from the frame and leading him through the mansion back down the stairs, the muzzle removed, he was pushed into a room, which contained several single beds, all occupied.
“Get some sleep.” The Protector said.
“If no free cot, share.” The door closed behind Kyle as he squinted in the dimly lit room to see if a bed was free, but there was not, as some already had sharing occupants already, he just made his way to the nearest bed and climbed under the blanket next to the occupant, sweat running through the suit as he levelled off.
The Masters Ball (Part 7)
Kyle soon feel to sleep, he was tired and although he was cramped and uncomfortable in the small bed and so close next to another slave who was naked, his cock began to stiffen at first in the metal confines of the cock cage, but he began to think of something else to stop his erection and the pain.
But it seemed that he had only just fallen asleep when he was roughly woken up by a Protector,
“What are you doing in there? You’ve got no time to sleep.“ he said, grabbing at his collar, lifting him out the bed and dragging him out of the room. He could feel that his bladder was full and that he wanted to shit, but this was not to be.
“The Master General wants you ready so that he can talk to you.” he was told as he was led into the room that had the rack in, led to the middle of the room and as like all the times before it seemed like there was more than one person at him. The chain attached to his nipples unclipped, giving some relief as the suit was pulled down his body, his arms yanked out of the sleeves and the suit pulled down his body, the cold air making him shiver slightly, and then the butt plug was pulled out, his arse muscles relaxing, but the cockring at the front took a bit more persuading, pulling the metal cage down and with it Kyle’s cock and balls, making him grimace each time the cockring was yanked down over it, his cock stiffening with each yank. Eventually the suit was off and Kyle was led back to the room with the shower in, his hands locked into the hanging cuffs and then he was showered, but this time the ice cold water was thrown over him from a couple of buckets. He was then dried roughly with a towel and then to his relief the catheter was opened and he was allowed to piss. He was then released from the cuffs and led across to another corner and told to get onto all fours facing the corner, his legs were pulled apart and paper was placed beneath his arse, then a booted foot was placed heavy onto the small of his back.
“Now shit!” he was ordered but he did not need telling twice. The paper was pulled away and a without warning his arse cheeks were pulled apart and a cold, hard jet of water was squeezed up his arse.
He was then yanked back up to a standing position and dragged back to the room with the rack and his wrists locked in a set of leather restraints and with the rattle of the chains in the pulley, his arms were lifted above his head and lifting him up so that his weight was on his toes. Then he was left alone in the dimly lit room for awhile, the door locked.
After what seemed to Kyle to be a day hanging suspended in this position, the door suddenly swung open and a Protector stridded in followed by The Master General and the slave. The Master General in his leathers and the slave naked, this began to turn Kyle on and with pain his cock stiffened, but he did not know if this was because of the leathered General Master or the naked slave. He then felt tingling in his balls which got stronger and stronger until he began to buck in his restraints, moaning out loud as the pain become excruciating. Then it stopped and the Master General approached Kyle close to look into his eyes, he lifted up a hand and began to rub Kyle’s nipples, pulling at the rings as he did, then pulling down sharply as he let go, Kyle groan loudly.
“I can read your mind, and thought I would just add to the pain.” He then turned around and walked into a shadow.
“I just come down to see you to let you know how you did last night. And I am pleased with you. But that is not all. I could tell that you recognised some of the voices, and you did now some of them, one in particular,” he stepped out of the shadows and up to Kyle, lifting a hand up and gripping Kyle by the chin, poking a leather covered finger into Kyle’s mouth, playfully probing Kyle’s mouth as he spoke, pushing Kyle‘s tongue down..
“As you know I have a lot of businesses, and with that I have a lot of friends-some in high places, some in low places- and one of them is in your office!” Kyle picked his head up.
“Yes, several rungs on the ladder above you. You did recognise the tattoo? Didn’t you! Tut tut if you didn’t. And by now they will through him, know that you have resigned, a snap decision to travel the world. And like your family and friends they will from time to time receive post cards, telling of your adventures, but they will get fewer and far between and of course, eventually stop. But because they do not know of your lifestyle, and where you went that Friday night, no one will know you’re here.” Kyle began to resist in the restraints, trying to free himself, but instead only managed to rattle the chains and made the Master General laugh in the process.
“Oh yes now you remember him!” The Master General turned around and began to leave the room as he did he gripped the lead that had been attached to the slaves collar, stopping in the doorway he turned around and said.
“Get him working! And begin with the diet.” Then he was gone.
Kyle was released from the restraints and taken from the room and led out to the back of the mansion where he had been chained before, but the kennel was now gone. There was a row of several dozen boots all belonging to the Protectors. “I want them shining!” He said as he stood over Kyle’s shoulder, when he did not move he was pushed forward and when he still wasn’t obeyed, he felt the sharp tingling in his balls as the cock cage was activated, at this he moved forward and picked up the first pair of boots and began to polish them with the gear provided. After a while he was given food to eat, but had to carry on with the boots. This lasted into the night and as the temperature cooled down, the boots began to shine, the Protector checking each one, rejecting when not up to standard and punishing Kyle with a shock when not. At the end of the night he was led to the dormitory and climbed into a bed, uncaring if it was empty or not.
The next day he was led out again, this time he had to clean all of the Master Generals rubber clothing, the next day leather clothing. After a week Kyle felt as if he was not in control of his body, his mind active, but his body being controlled by someone else and his mind watching everything that was happening and losing all control of his actions, like a puppeteer controlling a puppet and Kyle was the puppet. Time seemed to drift, days into days and weeks into weeks. Then it seemed to Kyle as if he was coming back to reality. He was then one morning woken suddenly, as he was being dragged out of bed and across the hall into the other room. Here he had a butt plug inserted into his arse, held and locked in place by a leather harness, a muzzle harness placed on his head and his hands held behind his back as he was then led out of the room and out to a van behind the mansion. As he was led out he noticed that the Protectors were dressed in denim jeans and white t-shirts, one a Master Generals own personal Protector. He was pushed into the high roofed van, the back long and floored with wood. He just saw the glint of chains hanging from the roof nearer the back of the van, as he was turned around and his hands locked in cuffs hanging from the ceiling, stretching his arms, his legs stretched and locked in chains on the floor, but he was facing the open side door, then a pin holed leather eye patch was attached to the hood, allowing some visibility, which was soon lost as the door closed.
A few seconds later the engine of the van started and then there was motion, but in what direction Kyle could not tell. The time went on and from time to time the van stopped the door opened and he was feed or given water, plug removed and ordered to shit or the catheter was opened. Then there was a different kind of motion but the vans engine was not switched on..
Then the van stopped, the door opened but it was a dull light, then he was released from the chains, his hands locked behind him. He was led by a lead up to the steps of a mansion, he thought was the Master Generals, but through his limited vision, he could see someone approach them, the figure dressed in leather “Ah you made it in time.“ The voice had an accent.
“Your Master General has good taste. We will set up ready, and then you will be shown where you can change.” They were led to a room which had been set up as a buffet room tables along one side with mountains of food on, the other side drink. And in the centre was a raised platform, which had a frame up over the centre of it. Kyle was led up and attached to the chains that hung from the corners and base. He was stretched out again like he was in the van, but he could feel other leather restraints hanging by his wrists. He felt the harness holding in the butt plug taken of and the plug removed and he felt something else being pushed in, but it felt like it had a slight bend in it at the base, then he heard movement, and a body pushed against his back, the ankles cuffed to his and the he felt the plug being moved as the other end was inserted into whoever was behind him and he then realised that it was a double headed dong, and that he was connected to another slave, his wrists connected to the restraints hanging by Kyle’s, a short link was attached to the collars pulling the back of their necks together, pushing their heads forward, Leather belts strapped around their arms, thighs, chests pulling them closer and tighter together.
When the Protectors were finished they were left alone in the room and it was then that Kyle tried to look around but could not, he could see a hole at the end of the platform in front of him and wondered what it was for.
The doors then opened again and the Protectors walked in, Kyle’s and who he assumed was the other slave-who he was attached to-his protectors, now dressed in their uniforms. They walked up to the stage and stood at each end, one each at what could have been the corners, Kyle’s protectors in front of him, standing almost to attention, upright, hands clasped behind their backs.
Kyle could just see from his position that there was other people filling up the room outside, all dressed in various leather outfits, some slaves , one slave caught Kyle’s eyes, through the pinholes, a slave hooded, naked, his hands locked to the neck of the hood, his ankles locked in leather cuffs attached to a small bar that was part of an upright rod that had a dildo connected on the top and placed in the slaves arse, the slave struggling to keep up with his Masters pace as he hobbled behind him, this making Kyle hard in the metal cage and it was then that he realised that he was at someone else’s Ball, and he was part of the decorations. The people began to enter the room and talking, but Kyle could not understand anyone, then the thought dawned on him that he was in another country.
Kyle did not have any concept of time or how long he had been chained to the frame, he tried to listen to the voices, trying to work out where he was, but there was to many voices, too many languages, some Masters talking in Kyle’s own language, but not many. Kyle thought to himself that it seemed as if it was a multi-national convention of Masters and Slaves.
Then Kyle glimpsed the man that had greeted them when they arrived, approach the Protectors and spoke to them for a moment and then they disappeared out of view. Then Kyle felt hands at him and all the straps were released, the clip holding their necks together released, their arms unlocked from the chains, but the wrist straps still remained on, the double headed dong removed, their ankles released and Kyle momentarily collapsed but was caught by a Protector, but it was an extremely brief respite as he was twisted round to face the opposite way and to face the other slave, who was like him, it was like looking at a mirror, but before he could take it in they were pushed together, their metal cased cocks clinking together, screeching as they were rubbed together as their legs were placed so that Kyle’s left leg was placed outside the other slaves right leg , clipped together at the ankles then his right leg placed next to it and clipped together, and then clipped to what was the other slaves left ankle. Their arms pulled behind the other slaves back and a chain clipped to the wrist restraints and pulled across the back and around the other slaves back and clipped to the slaves other wrist, pulling them tight together. Their muzzles were then taken off and as quickly before they could breath, another gag was placed in their mouths, a custom made gag, but the gags were attached to a solid tube-the same tube-which had a longer tube in the middle going up above their heads, from the side it looked like an upside down ‘T’, giving them the same air to breath, clips attached to their noses, stopping them from breathing through their noses.
Kyle then heard a small low cheer as a Protector was handed a large roll of cling wrap and began to wrap this tightly around the slaves legs, leaving their feet just protruding out from underneath. The wrap was then wrapped up their legs and around their waists, further up their backs, which was pulled tight, pushing them even closer together, ending up above their heads, stopping around the breathing tube.
Kyle could not see anything clearly now, only the eyes of the other slave, staring back at him through a pin hole blindfold same as his, but he just heard a cheer as he felt hands at his ankles again and felt tugging at his feet and he realised that tape was now being added. This was slowly but tightly wrapped up and then, eventually closing them completely and then in darkness, Kyle tried to keep his breathing so that he inhaled as the other slave exhaled to keep the wrapping looser. A strap was locked around their heads and attached to the top beam of the fame, keeping their heads up. Kyle then felt someone feeling around his arse and then felt cooler air as the wrap was cut, he then felt a dildo being pushed into his arse, he could also feel this being done to the other slave. He then felt some shoving again at his own dildo as a pole was attached to it and then pushed down and locked into the hole that Kyle had seen earlier. This was acting as a brace as the Protectors let them go leaving them standing on their own, keeping one another balanced.
Kyle could not tell what time it was or how long they had been standing there, but they began to sweat, in their hoods, in the wrapping, the sweat slowly running down their bodies, their body heat rising as they both heated each other up. Time seemed to drag, but eventually he passed out from exhaustion and heat.
The Masters Ball (Part 8)
Kyle woke to find himself back in the van, strapped up like he was before, the van was in motion, this causing Kyle to struggle to stand on his feet as he was still weak from the heat from the wrap, the night before, or was it the night before, he had no way of knowing. Then the van stopped and a few seconds later the side door opened and the Protectors stepped in, dressed in the jeans and T-shirts.
“You’re awake! Good.” One of them said. He then opened up the catheter to allow Kyle to piss, this he did as he had, what seemed to Kyle, more than a full bladder, and then the butt plug was removed and he was ordered to shit. After this the muzzle was removed and he was given a thick protein to drink to consume, then the muzzle was replaced and the butt plug reinserted and locked on by the belt harness, and they were gone again, the door shut and Kyle was left in almost darkness again. Every now and then the van stopped for a while and then carried on then it seemed as if they were moving, but the vans engine was off. Then the van started again, movement, then the engine stopped again. Kyle heard voices outside the van, then the door opened. Fear spread through Kyle’s body as he knew that he was not at the mansion and did not want to be seen like this.
A Protector stepped in followed by another man who was dressed in a uniform, he had a trimmed beard and his hair was cut short, what could be seen under his hat. . Kyle froze in fear. The man in the uniform was followed in by the other Protector, the third man stood and stared at Kyle, a clipboard in his hand.
“What is this?” he stared in disbelief at Kyle.
“I see that you have your cargo well tied down!” He said. “Well packed!” His voice and expression changing.
“We did not want it damaged before we got home.” One of the Protectors said.
“I’m sure the Master General is pleased with him!”
“He is!” The protector said. “But for other reasons!”
“Well everything is in order!” The Third man said as he lifted up the clipboard and wrote on a sheet and passed it to the Protector. The they were gone and the door was shut again. Kyle then remembered what the Master General said about his friends, ‘Some in high places, some in low places.’ The Van then started and they were on their way again.
Eventually, they were back at the mansion and Kyle was taken from the van and up into the mansion through the foyer were they were met by The Master General and slave. They stopped and as the Protectors, one either side, held Kyle’s arms, the Master General Spoke.
“I have had word that you had a good trip and that you behaved yourself. But that is not all. I believe that you did not do as what is expected from a slave. And you as a master should know what is expected from a slave. .So from tomorrow we will start training all over again.” With that he nodded his head back and to the side to signal for the Protectors to go and take Kyle with them, the Protectors knowing what to do, the Master General’s anger directed at Kyle only. He was lead out to the dormitory, the muzzle removed and as he was pushed in through the doorway, a Protector ordered.
“Sleep!” He crawled into the nearest bed, not checking to see if any were free, feeling the warm skin of another slave, he feel to sleep, but only dozing, as he kept dreaming of what had happened to him.
But it still seemed as if it was in the middle of the night as he was pulled from the bed. He was taken out to the back of the mansion were he was met by a waiting Master General and slave, who Kyle noticed was now built more muscular, than before, not as much as the Protectors, but more than the slaves. He was naked, hands behind his back and kneeling in front of the Master General who was quietly and softly talking to him, an arm resting on the slaves shoulder and hand cupped around the slaves neck, gently rubbing the back of his head. And as Kyle was brought out, the Master General turned around to face them, his hand still on the slaves neck.
“I am so disappointed with you.” He said. “I thought that I could trust you to do what is expected of you, but that is not to be. So as I said last night we will begin again. Starting with the boots.” With this he pulled on the slaves lead and they were gone.
“You heard what the Master General said, start!” The Protector yelled at Kyle as he was almost thrown down towards the boots.
Kyle noticed that this time it was not summer, autumn and winter had seemed to pass him by and that it was now spring, a morning chill in the air. He was then back into the routine that had happened before. Then again he began to feel as if he was a puppet again, this feeling of helplessness overcoming him, but unable to move to his own commands. The rubber was cleaned the next day and then the leather again as before.
Kyle then realised that he was beginning to feel his self again and moving his own body again and not by the puppeteer. Then soon after this, one hot summers morning, he was brought, naked and still hooded, up to the foyer by the Protectors to meet the Master General.
“I am sure that you have felt odd feelings, like you can not move, but your body moving on its own? Well that is because you are being drugged to produce an hypnotic state of mind. Don’t worry, it is not addictive or damaging to you, but it allows me to command you with out actually ordering you to do things. Well, you have been taken of it for the last few days ready for tonight. I want you to be fully aware of what is happening to you tonight.” He stopped talking and turned around and began to walk up the stairs, Kyle held by two Protectors, was led behind him and as he did he saw two tables set at the bottom like he had seen at all of the Balls, with the plinth that he had seen before, in between them still empty. Kyle was taken up and followed the Master General into one of the rooms. This Kyle realised was laid out like it had been at the Balls, but this had an empty whipping bench in the middle. The Master General stopped beside it and turned around, resting a hand on the bench.
“As you can see this is empty, and as I am certain that you know, tonight is my Annual Summer Ball, yes you have been here a year! But you will not be enjoying it like you used to, tonight you will be used! And I do know that this is your favourite piece of equipment! Begin!” He stepped back as the Protectors picked up Kyle and bending his legs they placed him on to the knee pads, spreading his legs apart, but his enclosed cock and balls were pushed into an opening on the edge of the end of the bench, he then felt something slide up from underneath and against his skin and then stop and then a click and his body was now attached to the bench. His muscular torso was then pushed down and his arms pulled down and locked into straps at the other end on the sides, his wrists placed into leather fist mitts, then rope placed across him creating a criss-cross pattern across his back, tightening the benches grip on Kyle. A Butt Plug was placed in Kyle’s arse as the Master General walked up to Kyle’s head and lifting his head up he spoke to Kyle again.
“You are nearly ready, but you will be finished off just before my guests arrive. I am sure you have felt that you cock and balls locked on to the bench, this to make sure that no other Master sees them, its is only a precaution, and to stop you moving as you are fucked.” Then he let go of Kyle’s head and was gone, the room then empty. He was left for what seemed like a week when the door opened and a Protector walked in placed a blindfold over Kyle’s eyes and a muzzle over Kyle’s head and chained it to a shot chain to the floor, pulling Kyle’s head down and towards the floor, not giving him any movement. He was left alone like this for a while as he could hear muffled footsteps outside of the room. Then the door opened and a Master entered the room, he walked around for a moment and then paced over to Kyle, rubbing at Kyle’s arse as pulled out the plug. .
Kyle then felt lube being applied to his arse hole and the a finger pushing its way into him. This was followed by a second finger and the Master began to push them in and out for a few seconds and then stopped only to replace it with his hardening cock. Kyle felt that the Master was wearing leather chaps and rubber pants with a zip opening. He began to push himself in, slow at first but rapidly speeding up, his cock getting harder and longer and Kyle tried to shift himself to accommodate the Master but he could not move. The Master pushed himself in harder and faster with each thrust eventually climaxing into the condom he was wearing. He pulled out and walked over to a sealed bin and placed the used condom into it. He then replaced the plug back into Kyle and walked over to the door, which was duly opened as he knocked. As he left, another Master entered the room, he had a slave with him who was locked to the wall by the Protector. The Master then prepared Kyle quickly and began to pump him fast and hard and as like the Master before, climaxed into the condom that he was wearing , but he then paced to his slave and feed him the load of hot cum. The door was knocked and then he was gone to be replaced by another Master, and then Kyle remembered how popular this piece of bondage furniture was.
The Master approached Kyle and began to enter Kyle as he said.
“Get ready for the fuck of your life, Slave!” Kyle froze slightly as he recognised the voice of one of his best Leather Master friends. Kyle tried to call out but could only manage to gurgle into the gagged muzzle that he was wearing. The Master pushed his way into Kyle and began to pump hard, grabbing at Kyle’s back, gripping and pulling at the criss-crossed ropes that tied Kyle to the whipping bench. He began to moan as he neared climax, pumping into Kyle harder than before, until he too climaxed into the condom, which, was then taken to the slave chained to the wall and was allowed to consume, placed the used condom into the bin, cleaned himself with the tissues, placed the butt plug back into Kyle and then knocked on the door, which opened up and another Master entered the room, as Kyle wondered when the night would stop.
Eventually the Masters began to stop coming in, the gaps becoming longer until very early morning a Master entered the room, paced over to Kyle and began to prepare Kyle, taking out the butt plug and smearing lube over Kyle’s arsehole. The Master began to rub his own cock which slowly began to stiffen. He placed it to Kyle’s arse and just before he pushed himself in he spoke.
“Oh just to let you know, you are my fifth slave tonight. So I should prepare yourself for a long, slow fuck!” He gripped Kyle by the waist and pushed himself in, slowly and gently, but speeding up until he was pushing himself in Kyle hard, and rough. Kyle began to sweat, and not for the first time tonight. Then after what seemed to Kyle like an eternity and with a loud moan of ecstasy and pulling on the rope, the Master climaxed, shooting his a large load of cum into the condom. He stopped after he had filled the condom inside Kyle and still holding the rope, he bent down and rested himself onto Kyle’s back. Kyle could feel the Masters body covered in sweat and his rapid breathing.
“I hope that you enjoyed that, slave!“ he said his breath rasping, his voice gravely. Then after a few minutes he pulled himself up and as with all the Masters, he cleaned himself, replaced the plug and left. Then Kyle was left alone and that was the last Master of the night, and Kyle was alone until he heard the door open again and two sets of footsteps paced into the room, one booted, one bootless.
He then felt the plug being removed and lube applied, then he felt a hardened cock placed at his arsehole, then with a sudden thrust, the cock was pushed in, Kyle knew immediately that it was the Master General, he had never known anyone else with a large thick cock like his. The Master General pumped at Kyle’s arse, leather gloved hands grabbing at Kyle’s hips and at his back rubbing the ropes with the rhythm of his thrusting, gripping the ropes as he to eventually began to climax, his cock getting harder and bigger with each thrust. He then exploded his huge hot load of cum into Kyle as he was not wearing a condom. He then pulled out after emptying his load and stepped back saying.
“Now its your turn, as you have been the perfect slave tonight!” Kyle then felt another hard cock being pushed into him, again already hard and almost as big as the Master Generals cock. The Master General stepped around to Kyle’s head unclipped the chain and pulled of the blindfold and looked at the pain in Kyle’s eyes as the slave fucked him.
“I’m sure you have enjoyed yourself tonight, I know that a lot of my guests have.“ The Master General said to Kyle. The slave pumped away slow at first taking his time to build up his speed, enjoying his reward. Then after a time he too climaxed into Kyle, again not wearing a condom. Then they were gone, but the door was left open and Kyle could just hear a conversation between the Master General and a Protector.
“I now you dropped a tray tonight!” Kyle heard the Master General speak, “I don’t like to hear that! Not at one of my Summer Balls, my guests expect professionalism all of the time. Now bend over!” Kyle then heard the snap of a wooden paddle hitting skin followed by several more in quick succession. Then for a moment nothing but then the low guttural moans of the Master General as he fucked the slave in the hallway. Then silence again. Kyle wondered as to how the Master General could become so hard and ready to fuck some so quick.
Kyle then felt hands at him as he was released from the whipping bench and carried out of the room, unable to feel his limbs after being in one position for so long. As he was carried out of the room and into the hallway he was taken past the slave who was still bent over, his wrists locked to his ankles. Kyle was taken through the mansion and to the dormitory, where, after the muzzle was removed, he was thrown into the room and onto a bed, “Sleep!” He was ordered by a Protector. But he did not need telling twice as he lost consciousness almost straight away, without covering himself.
But sleep did not seem long before he was pulled from the bed and taken to the other room and locked in the cuffs hanging from the ceiling just before the Master General walked in.
“You did well last night, I am pleased with you, I had several compliments on what such a tight arse you had. But of course they are still none the wiser as to who you are!” He turned around and walked towards the door and into a shadow, he then stopped and without turning he spoke again.
“But now you need to get back to a normal routine, and back to your work for me!” Then he was gone. The work started immediately, and the puppeteer returned, but this time Kyle fell deeper under his spell, and soon days passed into weeks, weeks into months, months into a year and he never realised the passing of time or seasons.
But he began to feel himself again as if he was fighting the puppeteer and winning until he was woken from a dreamless sleep, pulled from his bed, and into the room opposite the dormitory. He was pulled into the middle and his wrists locked into the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. And then he was left alone for about an hour when the door facing him opened and a Protector walked in followed by the Master General, and ever present slave at his shoulder.
“I thought that I would let you wake up for your birthday, yes you have been here for nearly two years now and my annual Summer Ball is just a week away. The preparations are well on the way but there is one more thing that needs to be started that will need a few days to complete.” He stopped talking and started staring deep into Kyle’s eyes behind the leather hood.
“My new display has arrived, it is good news for me, but not for you as you will be demonstrating it!” He turned around and began to circle the suspended Kyle, rubbing Kyle’s body with a leather gloved hand as he walked around him. This aroused Kyle, his cock straining to free its metal prison, as the thought of himself fucking the General Master came into his head, the Master Generals tight muscular body turning him on more.
“There is more bad news for you,“ he said as he pressed the remote control, almost on full sending Kyle swinging in the restraints. “ I know what you are thinking.” he said then took his finger off the button.
“I have now began to grow bored with you, you do not do anything for me anymore, the fun of punishing you shall we say, there is no excitement in it any more. Yes I want to fuck you, but even then , the excitement of fucking another tight arsed Master as yourself dose not make me hard enough as you are no longer as tight arsed as you was. So now you will be used for display purposes only.” He said then stopped to face Kyle again, staring into his eyes again.
“And that will start from next week.” He turned to the Protector who by now was joined by two others. “Start to get him ready.” he said.
At this the first protector went behind Kyle, Kyle feeling tugging at the collar on the hood, then a click as the lock was cut of, the hood then pulled roughly of Kyle’s head. The cold air hitting Kyle’s skin making it feel as if it was being frozen off. The Master General placed his leather covered hands over Kyle’s head and face.
“The soap did well, still as smooth as the day the hood went on.” He turned around and began to walk away, but as he reached the door, he said.
“Now carry on!” and then he and the slave were gone. Kyle was released from the cuffs and locked onto the rack, being stretched slightly so that he could not struggle, the he felt a scratch on his arm and he then began to feel dopey again then nothing.
He woke to find that he was still on the rack, but his head was no covered by a rubber hood, the eyes open, the collar sown on as if it was one piece and sealed but with no metal buckle, his jaw was fixed solid, he wanted to cough but could not as something was pushed down his throat. As he tried to cough, there was movement in the room and a face appeared in view, the Master General was waiting for him to come round.
“I see you are with us once again!” He said.
“Don’t worry, don’t try to swallow. It is for your own good, trust me.” Kyle then felt tubes up his nostrils. And down his throat also.
“ It will all become apparent soon.” Kyle felt pain all over his body, just in patches on his legs and arms, his chest and stomach. He could feel a butt plug up his arse, but it went up further than any other plug that he knew of, it was held in by a rubber harness that went around his waist and down between his legs, the nipple rings removed, but replaced with long lengths of thin wire.
“One more thing to do before we take you up.” He then stepped back and Kyle could feel hands at the metal cock cage and heat, then the feeling of cold air around his balls and cock.
“ Milk him!” the Master General said.
“I’m sure that after two years you will be ready. Just make sure that you are empty afterwards.” He gripped Kyle’s hardening cock and began to rub him hard up and down, until just before Kyle climaxed he let go. He stepped back and sat into a seat that had been placed in the cell for him. A condom was placed onto Kyle’s hard cock and then after shooting a large hot load of cum into it, it was taken off and the cum placed onto a jar. The Master General sat back and watched as Kyle was milked of his cum, load after load, all placed into the jar until he was shooting clear. The jar was then placed at the end of the tube that went into Kyle’s mouth and tipped up, but all Kyle could do was watch as it was emptied down, but all he could taste was the rubber tube. He began to struggle on the rack as he thought that his stomach was going to throw it back up, but it stayed down.
He then felt hands at his head and fingers forcing their was up the sides, under the hood to his ears and felt pads placed over them. The Master General then stood up and walked over to look into Kyle’s eyes again. “How does that feel? Better I’m sure.” Then Kyle felt hands at his cock again and searing pain as the catheter was pushed into his cock again, but left clear.
“Now take him up, there is not much time left and a lot of work still to do.” Then he was gone. Kyle was released from the rack and dragged up the stairs, out through the Ballroom and into the foyer. Where there was several boxes placed by the empty plinth, which Kyle noticed had been altered slightly, with the base plates of armour attached already. Kyle was held by the arms in between two Protectors.
“You see,” The Master General then spoke to Kyle.
“This is my new display that you will be demonstrating. But not just for tonight. While you was asleep, you was prepared, a feeding tube inserted to nourish you, a tube to take it away afterwards, the catheter to take away your piss. Pads attached to your muscles so that they can be stimulated to keep you strong, but also to tell us how you are progressing.” He stepped back and said.
“Finish him off!” Kyle was then lifted up onto the plinth, his heels placed into the backs of the already positioned feet, the top plates locked on and welded on, and as they worked up wires were connected to the implants, tubes to pipes, all running inside the armour. Kyle felt hands at his cock as his balls and cock was forced into the metal cod piece, his balls forced into a metal sack hanging down, but the cock hooked round leaving a gap making it look as if he was semi-erect, the metal skin shaped and featured like a cock, but just joining the balls, the catheter, pushed trough a hole and hidden out of sight. Next the back plate was placed at Kyle’s back and then the breast plate, which Kyle came to the conclusion that it had at some time been moulded from his own body as all of the armour did. The wires were then pushed through holes in the breastplate, out through metal nipples, and then large metal rings were then pushed through then and through Kyle’s own pierced nipples, pulling them out onto the inside of the breastplate. The arms were then attached leading down to metal glove that were immobile, as all the joints were fixed all over the suit. The last piece attached was the two piece head, the back placed first then the front, the tubes that protruded from Kyle’s nostrils attached to metal tubes on the inside of the mask that entered Kyle’s nostrils as the face was placed onto the back piece. Then there was heat as the armour was sealed up, never to be opened. Kyle felt the heat and began to sweat inside the armour, but then the Protectors stopped and stepped back.
Kyle could then see them all standing in front of him. The Master General walked up to Kyle and placed his hands onto the breast plate, he began to flick the nipple rings.
“Very nice!” He said as he continued flick the rings, Kyle could feel them moving and he tried to moan as it was beginning to turn him on.
“Very nice indeed.” The Master General said, Kyle was amazed that he could hear him perfectly, then remembered the hands on the rubber mask, and realised that they were inserting tiny speakers into his ears. “I wish that you could see this Kyle. It is such a wonderful sight!” Then he went to go, but changed his mind.
“One more thing, there are some things I will not want you to see.” With that he stretched up to over Kyle’s head and pulled down a tiny knob on the hood, closing the metal eyelids over Kyle’s eyes, forcing him into complete and utter darkness, then they opened again.
“But for tonight I will let you see what you are missing.” Kyle’s eyes were the only visible clue as to a person inside the suit of armour, but only if you looked hard enough would you just be able to see them. Then the Master General turned and walked away, the others following him, leaving him alone.
Kyle was now standing, unable to move with only a little space between him and the suit, his feet slightly apart, legs straight, back upright, arms hanging to his side but away from his body, hands flat with his fingers fanned out slightly, palms facing inwards towards his thighs, his head held upright, no two parts touching and no joints free to move, all locked. But he felt as if he was standing on air.
All he could move was his eyes and then out of the corner of them he caught glimpse of the Protectors taking their positions behind the two desks beside him, then all he could see was the doors directly in front of him opening, but there was no fresh air touching his skin, not even through the eye holes into his eyes, even though they were open.
The mid summer sun just coming over the house and throwing a beam of light into the foyer, making a small line of bright light onto the floor just inside the door, which as the sun lowered gradually moved across the floor towards Kyle. But he was not to see this properly as slowly the first Masters and slaves began to arrive for the Master Generals Summer Ball.
But it was not long before the Mansion was filling up, and Kyle could hear all types of conversations, voices he knew, and those that he didn’t, then two voices came into his ears that he knew very well, two Leather Master friends of his, extremely good friends of his. He looked and could see them at the desk almost in front of him.
“I wonder where Kyle is?” One said.
“I don’t know. The cards have stopped coming.”
“Mine too.”
“He loved it at here at the Summer Ball, it was the highlight of his year. He could not forget the year he came home with the a slave of the Master General, boy he must have pissed of the Master General for that.!” and then there was laughter. Kyle tried to shout out, but no sound came out, he could hear himself calling out but silence to the outside world.
“Still tonight I am going to try a couple of the rooms upstairs, I enjoyed the slave on the whipping bench last year!”
Then they were gone.
The crowd began to throng, eventually the bell tolled for them to enter the ballroom for the Master General’s grand entrance to officially open the nights proceedings. But before he went in he stopped momentarily in front of Kyle, the slave behind, he was naked, a bit gag in his mouth held by a leather open head harness. But tonight his arms were restrained behind his back by leather cuff restraints, the slave-Kyle noticed-was now well formed, toned and muscular, more than the rest of the slaves, but not as much as the Protectors. Kyle noticed that the Master General and the slave were wearing collars, the collars that Kyle had brought with the words ‘Master’ and ‘Slave’ encrusted on them, also the Master General led the Slave with the lead that had been embedded with the words ‘Masters Slave’ on it, then they were gone. He could hear the Master General give his customary opening speech and as he did Kyle began to think of the Balls that he had attended when he was free and a Master, his cock began to stiffen at these thoughts. His cock bulging in the metal tube, his cockhead ramming the inside if the tip of the metal tube, the rubber tube of the catheter sliding on the inside of his cock burning as it did, and he quickly thought of other things to soften himself as the pain began to hurt.
He could see protectors and slaves milling about, the slaves dressed accordingly to serve at the Ball, heads hooded and muzzled as normal for the Ball. Then there was movement up the stairs as several protectors came from the Crèche carrying something and went upstairs. Kyle could hear cheers as the winners of the show competion were announced. Then he heard a scuffle up the stairs as the Protectors came back down again. The Master General was now talking and Kyle heard the word ‘Traitor’ and his memory became a reality again as he felt a tingle in the muscles of his legs as the implants in his legs began to work the muscles for about ten minutes before moving up his body, one set of muscles at a time, then it was gone, the sensation becoming very strong at the height of each session on each muscle group. Then he felt his stomach begin to fill as he was automatically fed through the tube in his mouth. Kyle then heard the cheering as the Master that was manhandled down from upstairs was fucked for his punishment by the privileged chosen ten other Masters.
He felt for real every whack across his arse as the Master was paddled, every large cock fucking him, the pain from not being used to being fucked. The ache in his body at being bent over for the rest of the night and into the morning.
Then gradually the crowd began to move through the foyer, talking, laughing, going upstairs to use the Master Generals slaves. But gradually they left , but for the obligatory few who were invited to stay for the weekend. Kyle watched them leave as he could not sleep, this aided by the fact that every several hours the implants would start and work his muscles again. He watched the moon rising, then the daylight replacing the night as the sun rose up the other side of the Mansion.
He heard the Master Generals weekend guests walk up the stairs after all the other guests had finally left, still talking to one another. Then when they were out of sight and out of hearing range the Master General stood in front of Kyle in full view so that Kyle would be able to see him, he had pulled the slave close to him, behind him so that he could play with the slaves cock and balls. He was also flanked each side by one of his personal Protectors who were standing to attention, their arms held behind their backs, feet slightly apart, just as they were at the Ball at the other Master.
“I hope that you enjoyed your first Masters Ball as a permanent feature.” He began to say.
“I had a lot of compliments about you, and I did know that you always wanted to have a hard and solid body! But there is a couple things I forgot to mention to you last night, the food that is pumped into you is also mixed with a derivative of the drug that my scientists developed to build up my Protectors, this will build up your muscles only, in conjunction with the implanted pads, to completely fill the armour, but once you have filled it we will adjust the level if intake to keep you there.” Kyle’s eyes began to widen as he heard what the Master General was saying, the Master General seeing the panic in Kyle’s eyes.
“Secondly, I’m sure you are aware of the Master that was caught last night abusing a slave of mine, I knew that he had before, but last night was my opportunity to punish him and he is now being readied for the rest of his sentence, which now is beginning to excite me just as you did.-Oh by the way, his name is or was Master Pierce, I believe that he is a very good and close Leather Master friend of yours. And Like you he also did not heed the warning on the banner across the stairs! But he won‘t be a permanent fixture!” Kyle’s eyes again giving away emotion.
“And thirdly and lastly, this is now not a punishment for you for abusing my slave, but more an ongoing, highly amusing revenge, for what you did not know was that the slave that you stole from me was my first slave, and not only that he was-is-my partner as well!” his voice rising slightly in anger.
“So you see, I was very angry when you took him from me, and when you brought him back that night and then abused my other slave I knew the time was right to take back what was rightfully mine! And to punish you the only way that I knew would hurt you!” He then added, a smile across his face.
“Now I have you where I want you, captive for as long as I want, and there is not a thing that you can do about it!”
With that he paced up to the metal encased Kyle and pulled the knob down, sending Kyle into complete darkness. Kyle then, in his silence and through exhaustion gradually fell to sleep, although his mind was active with what he had just been told.
Kyle opened his eyes. It was all a dream! …It was a dream?…
…I guess we will never know…
He had had a call from the shop to say that his order was ready to be collected, just in time for the evenings engagement.
He did not worry about rushing to get to shop before it closed, as this particular shop stayed open late each night. As the lead was laid out in front of him to inspect that his order was to his requirements, he could not help run his fingers over the black leather, and the small diamonds that had been inlaid into it., then down to the chain link.. He picked it up by the looped handle, the diamonds glinted and sparkled in the sharp spotlights of the shop and he knew that it would catch a few admiring glances.
He paid and was soon on his way back home, walking to keep fit and in shape, his shirt tightly wrapped across his chest and abdomen, struggling, unable and losing the fight to hide the hard rippling muscles beneath it; his trousers faring slightly better when he was standing, but tightly wrapped his thigh muscles when he sat down.
As he walked, another regret was not having anything to drink and he was now building up a thirst as he picked up his pace in the late afternoon heat of the mid summer sun, he began to sweat heavier than he had in the office during the day (the air conditioning was temperamental, only worked when it wanted, thankfully today), as sweat began to build on his forehead, he knew he would be glad to get the clippers out and trim down his hair to his more usual grade one, he had left it to grow a bit longer than usual so that he could have it short for tonight.
He was soon at his front door, putting in the key to the lock, then stopped before he twisted it, remembering how he had left his slave that morning, naked, gagged, blindfolded, collared, wrists strapped in leather restraints and hooked up on a chain from the ceiling, ankles strapped together like his wrists by leather restraints, feet just flat on the floor-barely taking his weight, his cock trapped in a metal splint but kept hard by an erection keeper. He was also facing the door, unbeknown to anyone passing or who came to the door, as his image was blurred by the frosted glass in the door, and as he could not move, it just looked like he was a large ornament, down the hallway.
Kyle opened the door, quickly stepped in, turned and closed the door, leaving the door open just that split second for a passer-by to see something but not enough to judge what they had seen if they glanced in. The draft only momentarily cooling the slaves hot body as the sun had from early afternoon been shining onto the front of the house, but his sweat was soon slowly running down his body, down his side from his pulled up and exposed armpits.
Kyle reached up and teasingly rattled the keys that was teasingly hanging just that tiny bit out of reach, but as the slave knew they were there, as he was always shown them before he was blindfolded, he also knew that they could also be the wrong keys. He knew also not to get to excited about being released straightaway when Kyle came home, waiting for the brief moment to let his arms swing down and get some feeling into them after being stretched up all of the day; but he thought it better than being hogtied all day, and he had been naked in the heat and not multi layered in rubber and leather.
Thankful again to forward planning, Kyle was happy that he had completely shaved his slave the evening before, and know only had to release his slave to wash and prepare him, then get him something to eat to tide him over till he got to the ball.
For the Ball, Kyle had decide to wear all his favourite gear, a rubber vest with rubber pants which had a built in cockring (both highly polished by his slave), allowing his cock to hang out. The outer layer was his coveted leather 501 jeans, which showed of his semi hard cock, leather waistcoat and boots. To add a finishing touch he added a collar, emblazoned as with the lead in diamonds, the word “Master”.
He had decided to simply dress his slave tonight, cufflock chastity belt that secured the medium butt plug which had been lubed and inserted in place. It was the slaves least liked plug but he dared not complain, it was shaped like three spheres which grew bigger to the base of the plug. A Parachute was then placed on the ball sack, which Kyle could not help himself and pulled on them several times, knowing that he could not be rebuked for doing so. Attached to the parachute was two long thin springs that were secured just below the knees by locking leather straps, these acted to pull on the slaves balls as he walked. He was then ordered to put on a pair of half leg leather chaps, belted and locked on. Kyle had wanted to have him wear the rubber chaps that Kyle preferred, but he did not think that they would work with the parachute springs. Then he added a leather head harness with a bit gag attached. Next a rubber half harness across the chest.
The last piece to place on his slave was a leather collar, which was locked on as well. This was like Kyle’s’ but had the word “Slave” in diamonds. Boots were placed on his feet and then his hands restrained by leather cuffs behind his back. He was ready and it was now time to leave for the Master General’s Annual Ball.
Kyle took one last glance at his meek slave before pulling him by the harness out of the house and down to the garage, ordering his slave into the boot of the car and hogtying him up before closing the boot and setting off for the mansion. As he had been there for the ball for the last several years, he knew where to go and what to expect.
The drive took a couple of hours but as the roads were clearing, he was able to speed up a bit. Then like Heaven appearing beyond the gates of Hell, the gates of the Master General’s mansion appeared before him and as he turned to pass through them the car rattled over the cattle grid. Kyle heard the thud of his slave in the boot as he slide in the boot when he pulled away again on purpose. As he entered through the gates he was being watched by hidden CCTV cameras.
The drive was long and winding through open grassland which rose and dipped and interspersed with groups of trees. But eventually the mansion, more like a castle appeared before him surrounded by a low wall topped with six foot high railings. At the gates was two sentry boxes and barriers across the road. There was some vehicles queued up in front of him, other cars, motorcycles, some with pillions some solo riders and vans. At each box was two men, Kyle remembered these as the “Proctectors”, the Master Generals own little army or police that he surrounded himself with. Each was dressed more or less the same depending on the rank, leather jeans or for the lowest rank leather chaps and pants, full harness which went down into the jeans, which Kyle knew included a cockring. And for the more senior ranks a leather army style peaked hat, which covered grade one haircuts and clean shaven faces, their bodies completely devoid of hair, unlike the Proctectors that guarded the Master General, they all had long hair tied back in to a ponytail, and goatee beards. But what turned Kyle on more about these guys was that none of them were under six feet in height and all built and toned beyond what he had achieved with his own body. They all also had their nipples pierced and had rings inserted in them, Kyle knew that the smaller the ring the lower the rank and the bigger the ring the higher the rank..
He was soon at the head of the two queues that had formed and his invitation was checked and verified with his own photo ID, he did have to get out and open the boot to show his slave to be allowed in as well. He was then ordered by the Proctector to drive up to the main door of the mansion where his car would be parked for him. Here he was greeted by another man which he knew from previous Balls that this was a higher ranked slave who like all unaccompanied slaves, seemed brainwashed not to leave and do as was told, but unlike the Proctectors they were the menial staff, cleaners, ground staff, waiting staff, but ranked like the Proctectors, the slave that approached Kyle was a more trusted slave, but like all slaves he wore a leather hood and locked leather muzzle over the top, which Kyle knew had a built in gag, and unlike the Proctectors, they were less dressed , he was one of many belonging to the Master General. He opened the boot, untied his slaves legs and helped him out, putting his own muscular arms around him to steady him until he got the strength in his legs back.. Before his car was duly taken away from him he pulled out the lead he had picked up earlier and then showing his Slave the lead, he said. “I thought as you were coming back tonight I thought I would treat you.” The slave bowed his thanks as he could not talk properly, then knelt onto the gravel as Kyle clipped the lead onto the collar.
Kyle then paced up to the large steps leading up to the wide open doors leading his slave behind him, he stopped, turned around and looked out at the whole area so carefully planned , cars in one area, vans another and lined up like soldiers, the motorcycles in another. There was a lot of Masters and slaves here already, inside and out, with a group of Cigarmen smoking to one side, talking and laughing before entering the mansion, the mansion to what Kyle always believed was his heaven. A Masters heaven.
The Masters Ball (Part 2)
As Kyle entered through the Large open doors, leading his slave behind him, he was greeted by the same spectacle as he had been from years before, but each year he was always awed by the elegance and extravagance of the Mansion. Large portrait paintings of dead and long forgotten owners of the mansion hanging on the walls of the large open hall, leading up to the ornately decorated ceiling. On tall plinths around the rooms lowest ranked slaves were standing naked, attached to poles, totally immobilised, head hooded, mouth gagged. He wondered how the Master General afforded to keep the place running as he seemed to have no sign of any income.
In front of him was the main table which had several of the protectors sitting behind, greeting all the masters as they arrived, again a short queue and Kyle was soon at the front, he passed over his invitation card and the Proctector punched his name into the laptop that was in front of all of the Proctectors there.
“Master Kyle and slave?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You have been here before, so you know where everything is.”
“I do”.
“Well enjoy your evening. The Master General will be down soon.“ The Proctector said..
Kyle turned to leave the table when he noticed that there was a marble plinth placed beside the table that was not there the year before. “What’s that for? It was not there last year”
“The Master is hoping to acquire some new armour soon”
With that Kyle left leading his slave behind him, heading towards a door adjacent to the table, above the door a sign proclaimed “Crèche”. It was as the sign said, a crèche for the Masters to leave there slaves , if they wanted to for a small donation. They were left to the Masters wishes, suspended, hogtied on the floor, chained to the wall or as Kyle had decided for his slave sitting on a stool with a butt plug attached, his own plug removed and he was the placed onto the stool, his legs secured to the stool legs, arms still behind his back. Kyle was happy to leave his slave there and go back to mingle with the other Masters that was now arriving quickly, the entrance hall now full.
Across from the crèche was the main ballroom which was open and in use, as he crossed the hall, his boots clicking on the marble floor, he slowed to look up the winding stairway which again had a table beside it and two Proctectors standing guard, he noted that the plinth was in the middle of them. He knew that this year he would totally enjoy himself up there, the reason for wearing the pants with the open front with cockring. As always, strung across the stairway was a banner, reading “Beware-tables turn”. ‘Slightly cryptic’ Kyle thought to himself each time he saw it.
He made his way through the growing crowd and up to the open free bar, a real bar like in a pub, and ordered a beer, he noticed that the slaves here wore rubber tit flasher vests and pants, he had enquired before, for hygiene purposes, but again all hooded and muzzled as they were not allowed to speak to guests, the same for the food staff. It was here while standing at the bar that he met some other Masters that were friends of his, mostly only seen here at the ball. It was while here that after a short time, a silence spread through the large room and the crowd seemed to part leaving a pathway to a small stage at the far end. Then into view the Master General appeared, leading a slave who with his legs shortly chained shuffled behind and down to the stage. As he walked through, the Masters bowed and all slaves-who were in the hall and could-knelt with their heads bowed, staying knelt as the Masters remained standing, the momentum passing through the crowd like a wave.
Once The Master General was at the stage, he climbed up, his slave still behind him. The audience then cheered the Master General loudly and then silenced as he began to speak, his voice low and whispering, welcoming all to his yearly function. It was short and to the point as he wanted to mingle around and not hold up any of the evenings events.
The small orchestra that was made up from a mixture of Proctectors and slaves and was set up in the corner on the same wall as the entrance doorway, began to play again. Kyle could never get his head around the scene of seeing a group of leather-men playing classical music.
The Master General stepped down from the stage and began to mingle through the guests, his slave with out a choice, following behind. He greeted each and everyone that he could, stopping to talk to some for longer. It was then that he would tease his slave, who dressed in a rubber, neck opening, one piece suit that had legs but no sleeves, keeping the arms locked in internal sleeve. The leather hood was fully closed, no eye holes and with two tubes for the nostrils and one for the mouth, which the Master General occasionally put a glass to for the slave to drink. The only flesh of the slave visible was his cock and balls, which protruded through an attached cockring in the suit and his nipples that were like all slaves, was pierced, but his rings were pulled tight by a chain across between the nipples. As the Master General talked to some guests he would, from time to time, tease the slave who was pulled tight to him by his Master, by the lead, by reaching down and stroking the slaves cock and the massaging him with his hand until he was fully hard and then as the slave was near to cumming, he would stop. The slave wanting release, his breathing hard and audible through the tubes would start pumping himself in his Masters hand, for which the Master would grab his balls firmly, the slave stopping immediately, a muffled groan just audible from the hood.
Eventually the Master General stopped by the small group where Kyle was standing and greeted the men, as he looked at Kyle he shot him a knowing glance, the friendly face fleetingly disappearing, slightly un-nerving Kyle. Then he was gone. Kyle made his excuses and left the group, for he had other things on his mind for he wanted to take his visit upstairs.
He paid a donation , which went to charities, was handed a ticket and a condom and was allowed up the stairs. At the top, a wing had been set aside as with the previous years for real pleasure. The Master General allowed some of his slaves to be used by his guests, on certain conditions; no drugs to be used, condoms to be used at all times (one ticket colour coded for each room and one condom provided- if you wanted to enter more than one room, you bought more tickets), no fiddling with the hood to see who the slave was and the golden rule NOT to be broken-no physically hitting the Slave. If the slave was to be hit, then only by The Master General or with his permission, which was a rarity.
At the door to each room stood a Proctector, collecting the tickets allowing the guests to enter when free, as some rooms were more popular than others, there was some more queuing. Each room was elegantly decorated as with the rest of the mansion, heavy curtains at the windows and no other furniture except for the bondage piece for that room and a naked but hooded and muzzled slave attached in various positions and a small table on which was placed several tubes of lube and a box of tissues. The only one that was different was the room with the glory hole booth in, this held two slaves separated by an internal wall, their legs locked down , kneeling, hands behind their backs, necks chained to the wall, mouths at hole. Unknown to the Masters outside, who could see one another as there was no partition between them, there was a Proctector standing behind the slaves to make sure they did not speak.
Kyle found the room that he wanted and began to chat to the only other Master who was waiting, he had a slave kneeling at his feet. There was a knock at the door from inside and the Proctector unlocked the door, let the Master out and the other master in, the slave was taken in as well, this was allowed, but the slave was locked to a ring on the wall by the Proctector as he held the key. As Kyle waited he heard a fanfare from downstairs from the ballroom, the slave show was just about to start, but he was not interested in this. He had seen it before, parades to find the best of show slave, Master and slave and Master together in categories of all leather, all rubber and leather and rubber mixed. Then there was the main award for best of show overall winner. There was a special award for the master who could position and restrain his slave in the best way.
Kyle waited he guessed for about ten minutes when there was a knock on the door, the Master was ready to leave, He and his slave duly left and Kyle handed the Proctector his ticket and entered the room, the door closing and locking behind him. He stood still for a moment as he watched the bound slave strapped across the whipping horse, legs spread wide opened chained down, body across the horse, arms pulled tight and spread open , chained to the legs the other side, and a chain pulling his head tight down and again locked to the floor. Kyle could feel his kick hardening under his 501’s and he was now in his own world, just as he faintly heard the fanfare of the first show winner being announced.
As the show progressed through the awards, and the Master General handed out the awards the time passed and the best of show was awarded to the overall winner, a cheer erupted from the hall. The Master General stayed on the stage, his slave ever present at his shoulder, behind them a set of stocks was erected behind him, the crowd growing silent, knowing impending doom for a Master. Up on the end wall behind the stage, a Large painted began to slid across to reveal a large hidden video wall. Then the Master General began to speak, the tone in his soft voice becoming more serious.
“It has come to my attention that a some rules have been broken here tonight.” A wave of booing coming from the crowd. ”A serious crime against one of my slaves, from a trusted Master, who…”he paused for effect.
“who should be more aware of the consequences if caught.” Noise could be heard from the hall and a passage automatically opened from there to the stage. Clamped in the hands of two Proctectors was a sack covered Master. He was dragged up to the stage and held behind the stocks. The Master then spoke again as the sack was lifted from the Master.
“Behold your traitor!”
The Masters Ball (Part 3)
Kyle stood arms locked behind his back in restraints, struggling to free himself without success. The crowd booed loudly, then the Master General raised his right hand and the crowd went silent, waiting for his next words. “The master you see before you is charged with physical abuse of a slave! My property!” The crowed jeered again. “Furthermore, tonight is not the only time!” More jeering.
“What say the jury?” He beckoned.
“Guilty!” The reply.
“Are you sure?”
“Guilty!” The reply again.
“Wait, there is evidence.” The video wall sprung to life. The door opened and Kyle walked in stopping for a moment looking at the slave, “Ah utopia!” he said a hint of ecstasy in his voice, slipping his waistcoat off, dropping it to the floor, he then walked over to the slave, who sensed a presence, tensed slightly in his restraints. Kyle positioned himself at the slaves hole and began to rub the flesh with his hand, then rubbed his enclosed cock, up to the slaves hole, then pulling back he wiped his jeans from the residue of lube from the previous Master. He stepped back and began to circle the immobile slave stopping at his head. He crouched down and twisted the slaves head to the right as far as it would go while chained.
“Ready for the best fuck of your life? Huh slave?” He then backhand the slaves leathered face and stood up, laughing as he then walked over to the table, grabbing at the tissues to wipe his jeans from the lube. He then picked a tube and walked back to the slave. “
Are you ready?” He said as he slapped the slave across the arse.
“I didn’t hear you.” he said as he slapped the slave again. He squeezed some lube onto the slave and began to push a finger in the hole before him, spreading the cheeks apart as far as he could. He pulled it out then pushed two in as far a he could, feeling the slave react, then pulling out again.
“Don’t worry.” he said, “Just for starters.” He said as he let the slave go and then whacked him again harder than before. Kyle’s cock strained in the leather of his jeans as he they were then unbuttoned and the zip pulled down, he pushed the jeans down until they rested onto the top of his boots. He the rested his rock hard cock at the slaves hole, again spreading the cheeks apart as he rubbed it against the slaves hole, but not entering him, he pulled back again.
“This wont hurt!” He said as he whipped the slave again, pushing himself in before his hand had left skin, forcing his cock in fast and hard as far as he could go, then stopped still, the slave tensing, then Kyle began to pump the slave slowly at first but building up faster and faster. As he pumped away at the slave he was grabbing at the slaves back, still from time to time, whipping him across the back, the slave moaning into his gagged muzzle.
Kyle pumped away until he was ready to climax but pulling out just before he did, pushing his body against the slave he masturbated until he came, shooting a large stream of hot cum across the slaves back, Kyle kept on masturbating until he had finished shooting his load onto the slave then he stepped back breathing hard, standing looking at his work on the slave as he steadied himself, then pulling up his jeans again he pulled out a tissue from a pocket and wiped his now softening cock, then finally closing up his jeans. He walked over to the table, placing the lube back and throwing the tissue into a provided bin. He walked back to the slaves head and twisted it round as before saying.
“I know you enjoyed that, I can’t hear you complaining.” He then backhanded the slave like before. Standing up he began to walk away then stopped looked around.
“Bye pigboy!” he said, a touch of laughter in his voice.
He walked over to the door, picked up his waistcoat and knocked, but there was no immediate response, he knocked again, still it did not open, again he knocked and this time it began to open slightly at first then it flew open and the next Kyle knew was he was on his back on the floor, strong hands grabbing at him and then darkness as a heavy duty mailsack was pulled over his head and secured.
The screen blackened and the picture slid back across the screen into its original place. The crowd silent as the master spoke. “Now that you have seen the evidence, what is your verdict?”
“Guilty!”
Kyle struggled in his restraints.
“How do you plead Master Kyle?”
“You bastard!” He shouted at the Master General.
“Nothing in your defence? “ The Master General asked Kyle. “Well there is only one sentence I can give the accused.” The crowd bayed for punishment. “The Stocks!”
As if by an implanted command in the Proctectors minds, at the word ‘Stocks’, they at once began to roughly strip the clothing of Kyle, leaving on his collar.. A 7 bar Metal Gates of Hell was pulled onto his cock which began to stiffen and a parachute attached to his balls. He was stood. held behind the open stocks, his hands again restrained behind his back, his ankles placed into stocks attached to the upright stocks but set back, spreading them wide apart, his head pulled down and held into the stocks which was rapidly closed and locked, his restrained hands pulled up his back and locked to the stocks by a short chain, chains were then attached to the parachute and pulled down tightly towards the base of the upright stocks, tit clams placed on his hardened nipples, chained together then pulled down and attached to the chain from the parachute .Kyle was still cursing at the Master General.
The Crowd was silent as the Master General was handed a board which listed names of some of the Masters in the crowd. He began to call them out as one by one they proceeded up to the stage and lined up bend the Master General. Ten names called, none of them Kyle recognised. The Master General crouched down, gripping Kyle’s chin in his fingers he whispered to Kyle.
“You broke two of my rules, now you must pay the price“. Standing up he undid the collar and lifting it aloft in both hands so the diamond encrusted “Master” label glinted in the lights, the crowd cheered. Then the Master General walked back behind Kyle, his slave as always still linked to his Master.
“Let the punishment begin!” He called out as he was handed a leather covered wooden paddle. With one swift, sharp swing of his arm, he brought the paddle down across Kyle’s arse. Kyle wanted to scream out in pain but clamped his mouth shut, knowing he could not give in and yell out, as this would show weakness. The acute snap of the paddle smacking against flesh pierced the silence of the baying crowd, who then after the hit began to cheer. The General Master handed the paddle back to a Proctector and signalled to the first Master on the stage to come forward, his condom covered cock already standing out and hardening, he placed it at Kyle’s hole and began to push into Kyle. Pain shot through his body which momentarily covered in a cold sweat, as he was a Master and had not been fucked before. After several minutes the Master pulled back and finished climaxing using his hand, the condom catching his hot cum. The condom was then carefully taken of the master and the contents placed into a jar. The Second Master was then beckoned forward and followed the procedure of the first Master, pumped Kyle until his was ready to climax, pulling back and climaxing by hand into the condom, the contents added to the jar. This was down by all ten Masters, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd and the music from the orchestra that was still playing in the background, after which a plug was inserted.
After the last Masters cum filled condom had been emptied into the jar, they were dismissed by the Master General, applauded by the crowd. The Master General then took the jar and again came to Kyle’s head crouching down, he dipped a finger into the jar and proceeded to wipe a small amount of the cum across Kyle’s face. He tried to avoid it but to no avail. The Master General then signalled to a Proctector who came forward holding a funnel gag which was locked around Kyle’s head. The Master General stood up lifting the jar above his head showing the crowd, then he brought it down to the top of the funnel, Kyle’s breathing rapid as he could only watch what was happening. The Master General tipped the jar forward with one hand, then pinched Kyle’s nose closed with the other hand, forcing Kyle to gulp the cum down so he could breath. The crowd cheering quiet at first but getting louder as the jar was emptied. Then as the Master General heard the gasp of air sucked through the funnel gag, he released Kyle’s head, which fell forward. The gag was then swiftly taken off and the Master General was handed a leather hood which was just as swiftly placed over his head and laced up. Kyle then heard a click as the collar was strapped on and locked. The a gagged muzzle was placed over the top of this and again locked on. Kyle found he had limited vision as the hood had pin hole eyes. Then his head was yanked back and attached to the stocks, like his hands by a small chain clipped to a ring connected to the top of the muzzle. The Master General then appeared in Kyle’s vision grinning. Then standing up he called out, “Punishment executed!” to the loudest roar of the evening. He then crouched down again to Kyle’s ear and said.
“But not over! Enjoy the rest of the evening!” Then he come back to face Kyle with a smile before disappearing from view.
Kyle was then left alone on the stage still in the stocks, but with wit a metal pole placed under the lowest part of his stomach to stop him from lowering himself.
He was left there to the end of the night on full view of the other Masters, who on approaching jeered him.
Gradually the masters and slaves left but for a few select Masters, a couple with slaves, who were personally invited by the Master General to stay for the weekend. It was now perhaps mid morning as Kyle remembered from a previous Ball that he was invited to stay. The Orchestra had by now stopped playing and in the quiet of the hall only the clipping of the masters boots could be heard as the small select group followed the Master General (who still had his slave behind him, but now leashed), climbed up onto the stage. He knelt down so he could face Kyle to talk to him.
“I don’t believe that you are remorseful of breaking my rules. I also don’t think that you are sorry for abusing my slave. But I am not talking about the slave from last night, I am talking about the slave that you took-sorry-cheated away from me a couple of years ago. You have not treated him well and he is now being cared for by my other slaves. For this your punishment is to continue for a bit longer until I am satisfied that you are sorry. As you know I am a fair man and treat Master, Slaves and my Proctectors with the same respect each deserves.” He stood up and signalled to the Protectors nearby.
“Take him away!” he said. Kyle then felt hands over him as the chain holding his head was suddenly released, his head falling forward from weakness, his limited vision was focusing at the floor of the stage when he heard through the hood the muffled clinking of chains and then, his eyes caught a flash of something falling, then focusing on something sparkling, the words “Master’s Slave” in front of him. Then it was gone as a Protector picked it up and attached it to his collar as he was hoisted up, half supported half dragged, he was taken from the stage and over to a door that appeared, like the video screen, from behind a painting. The door already open and into darkness he was led.
The Masters Ball (Part4)
As Kyle was manhandled through the doorway, the natural darkness of the corridor was taken away and replaced by man made darkness as a blindfold was attached to the hood. He was dragged down stone steps and led into a room and with what seemed like hundreds of hands he was swiftly lifted up and placed onto a table, straps covering him and securing him to it, the butt plug still inserted and the metal gates of hell also still in place. Then the clinking of the Protectors boots disappearing from hearing range as they left the room, closing the door, locking it shut. Kyle was totally immobile, the feeling of leather under his skin cold. He tried to move, but it was useless, only the leather moved and creaked as it did. But it was not long before Kyle fell asleep, exhausted from the events that had overtaken him in the last twenty four hours.
He woke suddenly. Was it a dream? Had he dreamt it all? He opened his eyes still darkness, but not as before, at sometime the blindfold had been taken off the hood, but he was still strapped to the table and cold. Still silence. He resigned himself to the situation he was in and was soon asleep again.
He woke suddenly. There was a light somewhere in the room. He blinked his eyes trying to focus on what it was and where it was coming from.
“Welcome back to the world of the living Slave Kyle.!” he recognised this as the Master General’s voice.
“I have been pondering on what I want to do with you until I can trust you enough to let you serve me properly. I am having difficulty in deciding what to do, so for now at least for the next week I have decided to leave you outside the house, but…”he paused.
“you will not be free.” He walked over so that Kyle could see him through the eyes of the hood. He could just vaguely make out the shadows of other figures in the dim light.
“You will be the dog that you have been behaving like. Your hands will be fisted and gloved to make paws. A Hogtie chain will be attached to your ankles and wrists so that you can not stand, only like a dog. The gates of hell that you are now wearing will be replaced by another one that is attached to a belt, which will be strapped around the lowest part of you abdomen, with your balls parachuted and pulled back by the chains and attached to the belt at the back. A half harness worn on the top of your body. A leather head harness and collar will be placed on your head and neck, but the harness will have a rubber dogs nose attached, which has two breathing tubes placed down the nostrils, a tube then slightly sticking out from the front will then be inserted into your mouth, locked in place by the straps of the head harness, rendering your chin fixed in place and unable to move or talk. A tail butt plug placed in your arse. And you will be chained by the rear door of the mansion, a kennel to sleep in, but there are rules, which if broken are as always punishable. There will be a bowl for water in reach and a bowl for a protein drink for food as you will not be able to eat for the week..
Two more things , your nipples will be ringed and you will be milked for one last time, so I would enjoy it if I was you, it might not happen for a while!
“Rules are simple, do not approach any other slaves or the Protectors. No fouling the kennel. You will be taken by the same trainer Protector from time to time, to relieve yourself on the green at the back of the mansion, the one with the large Oak tree on and only there. Is that clear?” he asked.
Kyle tried to utter something audible through the gag.
“I take that as a ‘Yes Sir!’” The General Master said, then as he stepped back out of view, hands were at his head and the straps holding it down were released the collar and gag undone and the hood removed., his head then kept pulled forward, he looked around to see two other protectors apart from the one holding his head as he opened and closed his mouth to ease the aching muscles. The Master General looking back at him with a sneering grin just visible in his thick goatee beard in the dim light, his leather jeans creaking slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Behind him Kyle’s slave, who he brought with him, was collared and leashed, naked and kneeling at the Master General’s feet. An arm looped around one of the Master General’s legs, a hand stroking the leather jeans and up to the Master Generals cock and balls as if he was paying homage to a god, but he just stared at Kyle strapped to the table. The Master General pulled on the lead, signalling for the slave to stand and said “Begin!”
It did not take long for the change to be done as each Protector worked independently to the others, his body bucking as he climaxed as he was milked, pain as his nipples were pierced and ringed . Kyle was soon being dragged through the outside corridor, his un-rhythmic walk not helped by the hogtie chain, the stride of the Protector and the lack of familiarity to walking like a dog on all fours.
He was blinded by the light as the exited the rear door of the mansion where the kennel had been set up, bowls nearby as promised, the heavy chain locked to the collar. Then in silence and within seconds he was alone again. He was thirsty and made his way to the water bowl, and after trial and error he managed to suck up some water through the tube. He then made his way back to the kennel and went inside trying to relax and sit somehow in a comfortable position and out of the heat of the strong sun, sick sore and sorry, beginning to feel sorry for himself, the feeling of wanting to piss began to enter his thoughts as his hard metal ringed cock began to get harder as he tried not to piss.
The thought of work suddenly entered his head, what day was it? He had no idea how much time had passed since he was taken down from the stocks, he guessed that was then Saturday mid morning. Work! They would be wondering what has happened to him. Some knew he was gay, but they did not know about his love of leather and rubber. And the lifestyle.
He felt a tug on the chain, jolting back to reality, he had not heard the Protector approaching. He was pulled across the gravel towards the tree shaded grass lawn. As he was pulled up to the tree, he noticed a standpipe with a hose attached to it and he began wonder what it was for, hoping that it was to cool him down as the kennel was in the direct path of the sun and would be all day, but he was disappointed as he was told by the Protector to shit and piss, the butt plug then taken out with a pop as the muscle holding it in released it, his arse then pushed down by the Protectors booted foot, forcing Kyle to spread his legs out as far as they were allowed, so as not to shit on the chains. As he had been desperate to shit, he did, then he began to piss, a trickle at first, then flowing faster as he began to relax more and his cock soften up slightly, the piss running up his stomach slightly then dripping to the floor. The Protector then clipped the chain to a hook on the branch and paced over to the hose, pulling it over to Kyle, then forcing this butt open he released an ice cold jet of water up into Kyle’s arse. Kyle jolting with the shock and surprise of the cold water, as he could not see what the Protector was doing. Kyle was then dragged back to the Kennel, the chain locked to the wall again, the Protector disappearing as quick as he had first appeared. Kyle crawled back into the kennel and waited for time to pass, thinking of what was going to happen as the Protector training him was a top ranked Protector and known to be severely strict..
He soon fell asleep from the heat, but was awoken by the chain dragging him from the kennel again and across to the tree and the same procedure as before, but he did not pass anything only water, but he was still washed as before. He was then dragged to the kennel, this time beginning to get his rhythm to walk behind the Protector. When they were back, a protein drink had been placed into the food bowl which Kyle began to drink, he had not realised how hungry he had got.
He was alone again and began to cool down as the sun began to lower, he again entered the kennel hoping to be a little warmer as it was now chilling off. He found himself asleep again as he began to get used to easier positions to sit or lay in. Then he was awoken again by the chain being tugged and once again led to the tree, and as twice before ordered to piss and shit then washed before being led back to the kennel. Kyle began to feel tired physically, his body was beginning to ache, muscles aching in the chains, but as it was now getting dark, lights slowly going out in the mansion he fell into a deep sleep.
The Masters Ball (Part 5)
Kyle woke with a shock, being dragged from the Kennel to be greeted by his trainer Protector, who yelled at him to get into the standing stance, but dazed and confused he did not react quick enough as the Protector began to pull him across the gravel to the tree, where as the day before, with the butt plug removed, he was ordered to piss and shit.. He only managed to piss, spraying himself up across his stomach as he had got desperate to relieve himself and his cock was rock hard in the metal rings. The Protector walked over to the hose and as before sprayed the ice cold water across Kyle’s arse.
Then he just dropped it to the floor, Kyle was not sure as to what was happening as he then heard the jangle of keys and as he turned his head to see what the Protector was doing, the Protector shouted at him to face the front. He felt the Protector at his ankles as he unlocked the chain that was holding them together and was told not to move , he then heard a chain rattling through a pulley, then his ankles locked in a spreader bar, then the clank of the chain again as his legs were hoisted upwards, and he was lifted completely of the ground, his arms dangling down, his fisted and gloved hands just low enough to brush the grass, but not hard enough to feel the ground. Kyle looked up a second before the ice cold water was sprayed over his body, but with a bit more pressure than what was used on his arse.
After about five minutes the Protector stopped spraying Kyle all over and reeled in the hose, then walked away, leaving Kyle hanging upside down from the tree, Kyle had not noticed the hoist in the tree the day before, but then he was not looking for it.
As he hung from his ankles, swaying gentle, the water began to run down his body and drip onto the grass. After about half an hour the protector returned and lowered him to the ground, the jangle of keys again as the spreader bar was un-locked and the hogtie chain re-locked to his ankles. The clank of the chain as the hoist was raised back into the tree.
He was dragged back the kennel where a protein drink was in the food bowl and fresh cold water in the other. He was then alone so he sucked up the food as he had become hungry again, this time sucking up the drink easier than before. He crawled back into the kennel and tried to sit on his side leaning against the wall of the kennel, looking out for any sign of life, but it was not long until he heard the crunch of the gravel and the chain was pulled, dragging him out of the kennel into the sun, which was beginning to warm up. It was the Master General, Kyle’s slave behind him ,as he was in the cell, still naked, collared and restrained. and the trainer Protector.
“Sit!” The Protector loudly ordered Kyle, he then placed his foot hard against the bottom of Kyle’s back, pushing his arse down, the tail plug stopping on the ground and being pushed in further.
“I hear that you have been in the kennel too much.” The Master General stated. “ I do not like that, I like my slaves and Protectors to be tanned and honed to perfection, that is why I have ordered the door to be locked shut until tonight and that will be everyday for the rest of the week. Understand?”
Kyle nodded slowly.
“Good, we are beginning to understand one another, and they say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” Kyle heard the lock click shut by the Protector once the Master General had finished speaking and had left.. Kyle watched the Master General and the slave walk away , the Master General in his boots, leather jeans and vest, the naked slave lead by the lead behind him. Kyle’s cock began to get hard in its metal prison, he tried to lower himself to the ground and tried to rub himself against the ground, anything to try to climax for relief, but the protector saw this and grabbed his balls, squeezing them firmly, Kyle moaning in his gag and stopped quickly.
“No!” he said. “That is not allowed for you anymore.!” And then he was gone again.
But while he was alone he tried again, but it was no good. He was desperate to relieve himself as he had a high sex drive. But the more he tried the harder he got , the more pain he received from the metal rings of the gates of hell, and so stopped.
After some more time alone, the Protector returned with a tube of cream, he ordered Kyle to stand still while the Protector rubbed it all over Kyle’s body, it was a sun block, cooling Kyle’s skin which was beginning to burn in the summer sun. As the Protector rubbed Kyle, Kyle began to get hard again, the Protector realising this decided to tease him by rubbing the cream around Kyle’s arse, pushing now and then on the butt plug, then moving down towards the pulled back balls, rubbing harder, Kyle audibly moaning into his gag, the Protector then moving his hand across Kyle’s gated cock, running his fingers up and down the shaft, squeezing in between the rings, brining Kyle to a height, then without warning, he stood up swiftly, stamping his booted foot against Kyle’s back, pushing his arse against the floor and banging the plug against the floor jolting up into Kyle’s arse.
“Enough!” The Protector yelled and was gone.
This happened for the next five days until the Saturday, when mid-morning, Kyle was dragged back into the basement corridors of the mansion and into the room where he was taken the week before. Here, already congregated was the Master General, his slave, naked and kneeling at his feet, another slave and Protector. The room was still dimly lit but apart from a table with some food and water on in the corner, hanging from the centre of the ceiling was two chains, both connected at a set of leather wrist restraints, one hanging direct from the ceiling, the other looped to the back wall then across to a loop attached to the ceiling just past the centre, the end hanging down with a set of keys on them. The hogtie chains were then taken of, but in one swift move he was stretched up, his wrists strapped and locked in the hanging restraints, ankles strapped in the same manner and was left hanging with his feet just on the ground, barely taking his wait. The head harness taken off letting Kyle move his jaw for the first time in almost a week. The gates of hell and parachute also taken off. With Kyle hung from the ceiling, the Master General approached him and began to speak.
“ I have come to a decision. To give you a chance. You see I am a fair Master. The keys to the locks of your restraints are on the ring in front of you. But you now have a choice, do you want to stay or not? You will now be locked in here for an hour, alone and if you want to leave all you have to do is reach for the keys and release yourself, food for you to eat has also been laid out as you can see. But if by the end of the hour you are not free, I will take that as a sign that you want to stay and give your life to me. The choice is yours.” A ring gag was then inserted into Kyle’s mouth
With that said, the Master General turned around and left, followed by the other occupants. Kyle tried straight away to reach for the keys, straining every muscle to get at them, but as he tried to push his hands forward the keys went up to the ceiling out of reach, pulled up by the chain that was attached to the back wall. Kyle soon began to tire, each move an effort, and each effort further and further apart, rough justice Kyle kept thinking to himself.
On the hour the door opened and the Master General walked in, followed by the same people as before.
“I see you have made your decision.” he said mockingly. But now you have to prove that you can work for me and that I can trust you.” there was movement and a set of stocks was brought into the cell.
“Now I have to see if you can please me.” The Master General lead his slave to the stocks, which was placed side on to Kyle, pulling down on the lead, tying it around the cross beam instead of locking the slave in them, the hands instead placed on top of the beam. The Protector stood directly behind Kyle, who could feel the Protectors hard cock through his leather jeans, placing an arm around Kyle’s chest and up gripping his head tightly, holding Kyle so he could see what was going on.
In silence the Master General walked around to the slaves arse and began to lube up, the slaves legs spaced apart, then when he was ready the Master General undid the button of his jeans, undid the zip letting his jeans fall slightly to his knees, exposing his long and thick semi erect cock. He gripped his shaft and began to rub up and down several times be fore he stepped up to the bent over slave and placing his hardening cock at the opening of the slaves hole, he began to push himself in, the slave audible groaning at having to take in the Master Generals hard, long, thick cock., his hands gripping onto the wood stocks, nails digging in. The master General pushing and pumping into the slave slow at first but building up speed, his hands gripping onto the slaves hips to steady himself as he pumped harder and faster, the moans of the slave getting louder until just as he was about to climax, the Master General pulled out and gripping himself again, he finished himself off pushing his body hard against the slave, shooting a large stream of hot cum across the slaves back, rubbing himself until he had completely emptied his load onto the slaves skin. Breathing slightly fast and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the Master General stepped back and turned to face Kyle and in is low voice he said.
“Now you know what you have to do.”
Then with the swiftness that Kyle had become aware to, the Protector still standing directly behind him reached up, unlocked the restraints and pushing him with his body to the other side of the stocks to the slave, and then with the help of another Protector, undid the straps and locked Kyle in the stocks, his legs pulled apart and placed into spreader bars, attached to the floor. The ring gag was left in place and as he looked up he looked straight at the slave who had not left the spot where he was standing, the Master Generals cum still on his back..
Kyle could see the slaves cock beginning to stiffen as the Master General came back behind the slave and then pushed him closer to Kyle’s face who caught a glimpse of the Master Generals still rock hard cock, he then proceeded to Kyle’s arse and after rubbing lube onto him, he placed his cock at the opening of Kyle’s arse, exactly as he had done earlier to the slave. Kyle moaned loudly through the ring gag, squeezing his eyes up in pain, breathing sharply. Then as he started to pump himself slowly at first into Kyle he motioned to the slave who then rubbed himself several times, stepped forward a bit more and put his hardened cock into Kyle’s mouth, through the ring gag, just the right size for the slave as it rubbed his cock, as he began to pump himself in Kyle’s mouth deeper and deeper as he to began to pick up speed. Kyle began to gag as the slave fucked him in the mouth, the slave grabbing at Kyle’s locked head, pulling at it to try to force himself in deeper, ramming his cockhead against the back of Kyle’s throat, Kyle’s breathing fast and hard, his body covered in sweat from being double fucked and from the pain from the Master Generals hard cock being trusted harder and faster into him.
The slave began to shake as he shot his load of cum into Kyle’s mouth who immediately retched but had to swallow it back down as the slaves cock was still in his mouth., his teeth biting down on the ring of the gag. Then as the slave pulled himself out of Kyle’s mouth he grabbed his cock and placing it at Kyle’s face that was not covered by the straps of the gag, he wiped the last of his cum across Kyle’s face.
The Master General was still pumping his cock into Kyle getting harder all the time, gripping tightly onto Kyle’s hips as he did until, covered in sweat and breathing heavily he too pulled out of Kyle and as he did with the slave, gripped his cock and erupted another large stream of hot cum across Kyle’s back. Then after a few seconds to catch his breath again, he scooped up some of the cum on his fingers, walked around to Kyle’s head and with out a word poked them into Kyle’s mouth and smeared the cum inside onto Kyle’s tongue, Then he gripped his slightly soften cock and as the slave had done before, wiped the drips of cum from it across Kyle’s face.
Then he put his hand under Kyle’s chin and pulling it back until Kyle’s head was held against the back of the stocks.
“Not bad for a Master.” He said. “I think you will do what I want of you. You will have your uses, starting tonight!” With that he let Kyle’s head drop and taking hold of the slaves lead walked over to the door. Stopping he turned to the training Protector and said.
“Get him ready!” Then the Master General and slave were gone.
The Masters Ball (Part 6)
Kyle was un-locked from the stocks and the ring gag removed, but with quickness that he had come to know from the Protectors, he was pulled from the room and dragged into another room directly opposite. This was as dimly lit as the previous room that they had just left. This room just contained a stool with a butt plug attached to the seat, next to it was a table with shaving gear on it. In one of the far corners was a shower head hanging from the wall, attached to it was a set if cuffs hanging down, beneath which was a drain. Kyle was unceremoniously lifted up by the protectors and placed on the stool, the plug pushing into Kyle’s hole, groaning loudly. His hands were pulled to his side and cuffed to the stool as was his ankles, then the trainer Protector proceeded to shave him as he had not shaved or been shaved for over a week, and the Master General had all his slaves clean shaven. As the trainer Protector worked away, Kyle felt a tingling sensation to his skin, but put it down to the fact that he had not shaved for the week..
The hair on his head was then trimmed down again with bear clippers and then shaved clean, again Kyle was aware of the tingling sensation, but it soon wore off. He was then unlocked from the stool, as he was lifted of the butt plug came out with a pop. He was then pulled across to the shower head, placed beneath it, facing the door, his hands locked into the cuffs which was higher up than it looked, this stretching Kyle up.
The Protectors walked away towards the door, behind which was hanging rubber aprons, which they placed on themselves and tied them up behind themselves. Then one of them walked over to a tap on a pipe in the other corner and without warning twisted it hard and a forceful jet of ice cold water fell across Kyle, the shock shuddering his body. He was then washed all over with the same soap as he was shaved with, again with the same tingling sensation. After they had finished washing him, they dried him still attached to the shower head, and it was at this time that he looked down and saw that he was completely smooth, he had some body hair, but it was now gone, as was his pubic hair. The trainer Protector saw him looking and said “Don’t worry, that is the least of your problems.”
With this he was released from the cuffs and lead out of this room and again into another room, but as he walked he could feel a covering over his skin, like a thin layer of rubber. Then he was placed into a one piece, neck opening rubber suit which had already been lubed up, feet attached and a built in butt plug which was inserted in, with a struggle, as it was bigger than he had ever taken up his arse and he thought it was going to go straight through him. His cock and balls was pulled through a cockring at the front, and as the suit was pulled up his arms were pulled into the sleeves which ended with attached fist mitts, holes at the nipples and the suit then stopped at the neck . He was then lifted up and placed onto a rack, which was then pulled to stretch Kyle but not to the extreme. Then he was left alone for about an hour, after which the Protectors returned with the Master General and slave in tow and another Protector, who was carrying a tray.
The Trainer Protector walked over to Kyle and lifted his head up to face the Master General, who just looked back for a moment then said, “ Now for the next step I wanted to be present, there is something that needs to be done to stop it being used as it is now really of no use to you.”
With that he stepped back and the third Protector stepped forward and picked up something from the tray. Kyle could see that it was a metallic tube bent down with a thin tube coming down from the open end. And as the protector moved closer Kyle realised it was shaped like a cock, with a lip out on the open end.
“What the fuck is going on?” he said anger in his voice as he tried to struggle in his restraints.
“Quiet!” The trainer Protector holding his head said.
The other Protector pulled at Kyle’s cock and began to push the small tube down it, heat spreading through it and Kyle began to get hard, but expecting this, the Protector picked up a bag of ice and placed it on Kyle’s cock which softened immediately. His cock then slid smoothly into the steel tube, with the thinner tube going down into the slit of his cock and it was then that Kyle realised it was a catheter, this forcing Kyle’s cock downwards. Then the protector picked up what looked like two halves of a steel ball, which he placed around Kyle’s balls tightly and over the lip at the base of the tube, then a sensation of heat as the steel cage was soldered shut permanently. Kyle began to shout out to take it off, but the Protector gripped his chin firmly stopping him from talking. Then the Master general walked back over but he was holding a mirror.
“See, I told you that you would not be needing it any more!” He said as he placed the mirror to show Kyle his new steel cock. It was then that Kyle recognised what had been locked onto him, he had seen it on one of the slaves he had fucked at a previous Masters Ball.
“One more thing to be added. And this is permanent.” The Master General said as he was handed a leather hood with a metal collar treaded through loops at the neck, and pulled it over Kyle’s head, strapping it tight behind his neck, the collar looked with a padlock which Kyle heard click shut, he then felt a tug at the lock and then heard a snap as the key was broken in the lock, then he saw a soldering iron and realised that the lock was going to be sealed. The hood had an open mouth and eyes.
“That’s it, ready for tonight.” The Master General said.
“I am sure you heard the lock shut on the collar, and it will not come off, the rest will when I am finished with you tonight after the small dinner party that I am holding and with you like that on my new frame, I feel that you will make the perfect centre piece.” With that he walked away stopping at a Protector.
“Take him up!” With this a gag muzzle was placed over the hood but he still had vision, for what Kyle thought.
He was led up the stairs and out into the ballroom , through to the foyer and into the room that was a week before the crèche. This time a set of dining tables had been set out, almost making a square, but the last side not in place, this leaving access to the space in the middle. This contained a large steel square frame in a circular base. Kyle was pulled up to the frame and lifted into it, his feet locked into solid restraints in the bottom corners, feet placed on shaped plates., forcing him to spread his legs apart, the steel bands sticking into the leg just above the ankle. His arms lifted up and fixed in cuffs attached to short chains, stretching him up. A short chain was then attached to a ‘d’ ring on the top of the muzzle pulling his head up keeping it up and fix, not allowing any movement. The protectors left him and a table was placed in the space that was left to form a perfect square, this was laid out ready for the evening by some other slaves, who-Kyle thought- seemed to act like they were hypnotised in some way. Then they were gone, the door shut and Kyle was left alone, he began to feel warm in the rubber suit and could feel sweat beginning to run down his body and to his feet.
Kyle did not know how long he had been like this when he heard the door open and the Master General appeared in front of him, standing behind the table, his slave-Kyle’s slave- as ever behind him and Kyle could just see that the collar that the slave was wearing, was the diamond “Slave” encrusted collar that Kyle had brought for him. The General Master dressed in his black leather jeans, ‘Y’ harness the end disappearing beneath the waist band of the jeans and waistcoat, full leather gloves, generals cap and boots.
“Sorry to keep you hanging around!” The Master General said.
“But I had other things to do before my guests arrive. I hope that they like my new centre piece, I try to find something new for them each time.” There was a knock at the door, and a Protector entered and walked up to the Master General and whispered something to him, then left.
“Ah my first guest has arrived, but before I leave for the moment one more thing.” He picked up a small almost flat black box from the table. And pressed a button, Kyle began to feel a tingling in his balls.
“I forgot to mention earlier, there is a small unit in the ball cage that you are wearing, and when you do not do as you are told, or I just feel like it I just press this button and you get a small electric shock but just in case you think that it is this strength only, this is the weakest setting.” He pressed another button and the strength heightened until Kyle bucked in his restraints for a few seconds, then it stopped.
“So don’t get any ideas.” he then walked up to Kyle and pulled out a small chain and began to clip it to the nipple rings , pulling the nipples tight towards each other, like the slave from the Ball. That’s better!” He said. He then picked up another box and the frame juddered into life and extremely slowly began to swing round, he then left and the door closed again, as Kyle’s body relaxed from the shock, more sweat running down his body, in the suit.
Again after a time the door opened and the room began to fill with about ten masters and their slaves, each sitting at named seats, their slaves kneeling to their left, heads bowed down. The Master General sat in a carver chair at the head, his slave like the others kneeling next to him. They were all talking, filling the room with their chatter, conversations of sorts, some comments of the centre piece, as they were then served with their meals. As Kyle twisted round, he thought he recognised a couple of the voices, a Master wearing a leather executioners hood had a tattoo on his arm that he thought he had seen before.
As they finished their main course Kyle was facing the Master General, who was quietly watching him turn, as he did so he picked up something from his plate and fed it to his slave, who then licked the glove clean of all juices. He then slid his gloved hand up across the slaves face and began to casually stroke the slaves head, knowing that Kyle was able to see and not do anything about it. It was now that Kyle noticed something different about the slave, but could not tell what it was.
When the meal was over the Master General spoke.
“Now I think it is time to entertain ourselves. The top table was removed and a whipping bench was placed in the middle just away from the reach of the turning frame.
“Who will be first?” The Master General spoke as he pulled out a piece of paper from a small leather bag that he had been handed. A masters slave was called out and led to the bench, lifted onto it and strapped and tied to it. Then a masters name was called out who walked up to the trapped slave, given a condom and began to fuck him. After he had climaxed to applause from the other masters, his own slave was brought to him and the cum filled condom then fed to the slave. This was repeated until all the slaves were used. As the Master General fucked his chosen slave, the slave moaned, while Kyle could understand why. When the General Masters slave’s name was called another slave was brought in, but it was his own slave that was fed his cum.
Once all the masters had fucked a slave each, they then retired to another room where they could sit in more comfortable chairs. When the room was empty but for the Master General and his slave, he approached Kyle and the frame stopped moving.
“I have been watching you tonight. Your eyes gave it away, you have noticed something different about My slave.” he said.
“Yes he is different, more muscular. I, as you may or may not know have fingers in a lot of pies, all my own pies at that. One being a set of labs, which have pioneered a hormone that supplements a weight training programme. It builds up tissue, but there is also a more advanced supplement that builds up the bone, thickening the bones to take the extra muscle, giving the taker more height. How do you think I found all my Protectors?” With that he turned around and taking hold of the lead that was now attached to the slave, lead him out of the room, turning of the light off, leaving Kyle in darkness but for light that flowed in from the foyer as the door was left open on purpose, so that Kyle could hear all that was going on.
Gradually the noise died down as the masters and their slaves gradually left and after all had gone a Protector entered the room and released Kyle from the frame and leading him through the mansion back down the stairs, the muzzle removed, he was pushed into a room, which contained several single beds, all occupied.
“Get some sleep.” The Protector said.
“If no free cot, share.” The door closed behind Kyle as he squinted in the dimly lit room to see if a bed was free, but there was not, as some already had sharing occupants already, he just made his way to the nearest bed and climbed under the blanket next to the occupant, sweat running through the suit as he levelled off.
The Masters Ball (Part 7)
Kyle soon feel to sleep, he was tired and although he was cramped and uncomfortable in the small bed and so close next to another slave who was naked, his cock began to stiffen at first in the metal confines of the cock cage, but he began to think of something else to stop his erection and the pain.
But it seemed that he had only just fallen asleep when he was roughly woken up by a Protector,
“What are you doing in there? You’ve got no time to sleep.“ he said, grabbing at his collar, lifting him out the bed and dragging him out of the room. He could feel that his bladder was full and that he wanted to shit, but this was not to be.
“The Master General wants you ready so that he can talk to you.” he was told as he was led into the room that had the rack in, led to the middle of the room and as like all the times before it seemed like there was more than one person at him. The chain attached to his nipples unclipped, giving some relief as the suit was pulled down his body, his arms yanked out of the sleeves and the suit pulled down his body, the cold air making him shiver slightly, and then the butt plug was pulled out, his arse muscles relaxing, but the cockring at the front took a bit more persuading, pulling the metal cage down and with it Kyle’s cock and balls, making him grimace each time the cockring was yanked down over it, his cock stiffening with each yank. Eventually the suit was off and Kyle was led back to the room with the shower in, his hands locked into the hanging cuffs and then he was showered, but this time the ice cold water was thrown over him from a couple of buckets. He was then dried roughly with a towel and then to his relief the catheter was opened and he was allowed to piss. He was then released from the cuffs and led across to another corner and told to get onto all fours facing the corner, his legs were pulled apart and paper was placed beneath his arse, then a booted foot was placed heavy onto the small of his back.
“Now shit!” he was ordered but he did not need telling twice. The paper was pulled away and a without warning his arse cheeks were pulled apart and a cold, hard jet of water was squeezed up his arse.
He was then yanked back up to a standing position and dragged back to the room with the rack and his wrists locked in a set of leather restraints and with the rattle of the chains in the pulley, his arms were lifted above his head and lifting him up so that his weight was on his toes. Then he was left alone in the dimly lit room for awhile, the door locked.
After what seemed to Kyle to be a day hanging suspended in this position, the door suddenly swung open and a Protector stridded in followed by The Master General and the slave. The Master General in his leathers and the slave naked, this began to turn Kyle on and with pain his cock stiffened, but he did not know if this was because of the leathered General Master or the naked slave. He then felt tingling in his balls which got stronger and stronger until he began to buck in his restraints, moaning out loud as the pain become excruciating. Then it stopped and the Master General approached Kyle close to look into his eyes, he lifted up a hand and began to rub Kyle’s nipples, pulling at the rings as he did, then pulling down sharply as he let go, Kyle groan loudly.
“I can read your mind, and thought I would just add to the pain.” He then turned around and walked into a shadow.
“I just come down to see you to let you know how you did last night. And I am pleased with you. But that is not all. I could tell that you recognised some of the voices, and you did now some of them, one in particular,” he stepped out of the shadows and up to Kyle, lifting a hand up and gripping Kyle by the chin, poking a leather covered finger into Kyle’s mouth, playfully probing Kyle’s mouth as he spoke, pushing Kyle‘s tongue down..
“As you know I have a lot of businesses, and with that I have a lot of friends-some in high places, some in low places- and one of them is in your office!” Kyle picked his head up.
“Yes, several rungs on the ladder above you. You did recognise the tattoo? Didn’t you! Tut tut if you didn’t. And by now they will through him, know that you have resigned, a snap decision to travel the world. And like your family and friends they will from time to time receive post cards, telling of your adventures, but they will get fewer and far between and of course, eventually stop. But because they do not know of your lifestyle, and where you went that Friday night, no one will know you’re here.” Kyle began to resist in the restraints, trying to free himself, but instead only managed to rattle the chains and made the Master General laugh in the process.
“Oh yes now you remember him!” The Master General turned around and began to leave the room as he did he gripped the lead that had been attached to the slaves collar, stopping in the doorway he turned around and said.
“Get him working! And begin with the diet.” Then he was gone.
Kyle was released from the restraints and taken from the room and led out to the back of the mansion where he had been chained before, but the kennel was now gone. There was a row of several dozen boots all belonging to the Protectors. “I want them shining!” He said as he stood over Kyle’s shoulder, when he did not move he was pushed forward and when he still wasn’t obeyed, he felt the sharp tingling in his balls as the cock cage was activated, at this he moved forward and picked up the first pair of boots and began to polish them with the gear provided. After a while he was given food to eat, but had to carry on with the boots. This lasted into the night and as the temperature cooled down, the boots began to shine, the Protector checking each one, rejecting when not up to standard and punishing Kyle with a shock when not. At the end of the night he was led to the dormitory and climbed into a bed, uncaring if it was empty or not.
The next day he was led out again, this time he had to clean all of the Master Generals rubber clothing, the next day leather clothing. After a week Kyle felt as if he was not in control of his body, his mind active, but his body being controlled by someone else and his mind watching everything that was happening and losing all control of his actions, like a puppeteer controlling a puppet and Kyle was the puppet. Time seemed to drift, days into days and weeks into weeks. Then it seemed to Kyle as if he was coming back to reality. He was then one morning woken suddenly, as he was being dragged out of bed and across the hall into the other room. Here he had a butt plug inserted into his arse, held and locked in place by a leather harness, a muzzle harness placed on his head and his hands held behind his back as he was then led out of the room and out to a van behind the mansion. As he was led out he noticed that the Protectors were dressed in denim jeans and white t-shirts, one a Master Generals own personal Protector. He was pushed into the high roofed van, the back long and floored with wood. He just saw the glint of chains hanging from the roof nearer the back of the van, as he was turned around and his hands locked in cuffs hanging from the ceiling, stretching his arms, his legs stretched and locked in chains on the floor, but he was facing the open side door, then a pin holed leather eye patch was attached to the hood, allowing some visibility, which was soon lost as the door closed.
A few seconds later the engine of the van started and then there was motion, but in what direction Kyle could not tell. The time went on and from time to time the van stopped the door opened and he was feed or given water, plug removed and ordered to shit or the catheter was opened. Then there was a different kind of motion but the vans engine was not switched on..
Then the van stopped, the door opened but it was a dull light, then he was released from the chains, his hands locked behind him. He was led by a lead up to the steps of a mansion, he thought was the Master Generals, but through his limited vision, he could see someone approach them, the figure dressed in leather “Ah you made it in time.“ The voice had an accent.
“Your Master General has good taste. We will set up ready, and then you will be shown where you can change.” They were led to a room which had been set up as a buffet room tables along one side with mountains of food on, the other side drink. And in the centre was a raised platform, which had a frame up over the centre of it. Kyle was led up and attached to the chains that hung from the corners and base. He was stretched out again like he was in the van, but he could feel other leather restraints hanging by his wrists. He felt the harness holding in the butt plug taken of and the plug removed and he felt something else being pushed in, but it felt like it had a slight bend in it at the base, then he heard movement, and a body pushed against his back, the ankles cuffed to his and the he felt the plug being moved as the other end was inserted into whoever was behind him and he then realised that it was a double headed dong, and that he was connected to another slave, his wrists connected to the restraints hanging by Kyle’s, a short link was attached to the collars pulling the back of their necks together, pushing their heads forward, Leather belts strapped around their arms, thighs, chests pulling them closer and tighter together.
When the Protectors were finished they were left alone in the room and it was then that Kyle tried to look around but could not, he could see a hole at the end of the platform in front of him and wondered what it was for.
The doors then opened again and the Protectors walked in, Kyle’s and who he assumed was the other slave-who he was attached to-his protectors, now dressed in their uniforms. They walked up to the stage and stood at each end, one each at what could have been the corners, Kyle’s protectors in front of him, standing almost to attention, upright, hands clasped behind their backs.
Kyle could just see from his position that there was other people filling up the room outside, all dressed in various leather outfits, some slaves , one slave caught Kyle’s eyes, through the pinholes, a slave hooded, naked, his hands locked to the neck of the hood, his ankles locked in leather cuffs attached to a small bar that was part of an upright rod that had a dildo connected on the top and placed in the slaves arse, the slave struggling to keep up with his Masters pace as he hobbled behind him, this making Kyle hard in the metal cage and it was then that he realised that he was at someone else’s Ball, and he was part of the decorations. The people began to enter the room and talking, but Kyle could not understand anyone, then the thought dawned on him that he was in another country.
Kyle did not have any concept of time or how long he had been chained to the frame, he tried to listen to the voices, trying to work out where he was, but there was to many voices, too many languages, some Masters talking in Kyle’s own language, but not many. Kyle thought to himself that it seemed as if it was a multi-national convention of Masters and Slaves.
Then Kyle glimpsed the man that had greeted them when they arrived, approach the Protectors and spoke to them for a moment and then they disappeared out of view. Then Kyle felt hands at him and all the straps were released, the clip holding their necks together released, their arms unlocked from the chains, but the wrist straps still remained on, the double headed dong removed, their ankles released and Kyle momentarily collapsed but was caught by a Protector, but it was an extremely brief respite as he was twisted round to face the opposite way and to face the other slave, who was like him, it was like looking at a mirror, but before he could take it in they were pushed together, their metal cased cocks clinking together, screeching as they were rubbed together as their legs were placed so that Kyle’s left leg was placed outside the other slaves right leg , clipped together at the ankles then his right leg placed next to it and clipped together, and then clipped to what was the other slaves left ankle. Their arms pulled behind the other slaves back and a chain clipped to the wrist restraints and pulled across the back and around the other slaves back and clipped to the slaves other wrist, pulling them tight together. Their muzzles were then taken off and as quickly before they could breath, another gag was placed in their mouths, a custom made gag, but the gags were attached to a solid tube-the same tube-which had a longer tube in the middle going up above their heads, from the side it looked like an upside down ‘T’, giving them the same air to breath, clips attached to their noses, stopping them from breathing through their noses.
Kyle then heard a small low cheer as a Protector was handed a large roll of cling wrap and began to wrap this tightly around the slaves legs, leaving their feet just protruding out from underneath. The wrap was then wrapped up their legs and around their waists, further up their backs, which was pulled tight, pushing them even closer together, ending up above their heads, stopping around the breathing tube.
Kyle could not see anything clearly now, only the eyes of the other slave, staring back at him through a pin hole blindfold same as his, but he just heard a cheer as he felt hands at his ankles again and felt tugging at his feet and he realised that tape was now being added. This was slowly but tightly wrapped up and then, eventually closing them completely and then in darkness, Kyle tried to keep his breathing so that he inhaled as the other slave exhaled to keep the wrapping looser. A strap was locked around their heads and attached to the top beam of the fame, keeping their heads up. Kyle then felt someone feeling around his arse and then felt cooler air as the wrap was cut, he then felt a dildo being pushed into his arse, he could also feel this being done to the other slave. He then felt some shoving again at his own dildo as a pole was attached to it and then pushed down and locked into the hole that Kyle had seen earlier. This was acting as a brace as the Protectors let them go leaving them standing on their own, keeping one another balanced.
Kyle could not tell what time it was or how long they had been standing there, but they began to sweat, in their hoods, in the wrapping, the sweat slowly running down their bodies, their body heat rising as they both heated each other up. Time seemed to drag, but eventually he passed out from exhaustion and heat.
The Masters Ball (Part 8)
Kyle woke to find himself back in the van, strapped up like he was before, the van was in motion, this causing Kyle to struggle to stand on his feet as he was still weak from the heat from the wrap, the night before, or was it the night before, he had no way of knowing. Then the van stopped and a few seconds later the side door opened and the Protectors stepped in, dressed in the jeans and T-shirts.
“You’re awake! Good.” One of them said. He then opened up the catheter to allow Kyle to piss, this he did as he had, what seemed to Kyle, more than a full bladder, and then the butt plug was removed and he was ordered to shit. After this the muzzle was removed and he was given a thick protein to drink to consume, then the muzzle was replaced and the butt plug reinserted and locked on by the belt harness, and they were gone again, the door shut and Kyle was left in almost darkness again. Every now and then the van stopped for a while and then carried on then it seemed as if they were moving, but the vans engine was off. Then the van started again, movement, then the engine stopped again. Kyle heard voices outside the van, then the door opened. Fear spread through Kyle’s body as he knew that he was not at the mansion and did not want to be seen like this.
A Protector stepped in followed by another man who was dressed in a uniform, he had a trimmed beard and his hair was cut short, what could be seen under his hat. . Kyle froze in fear. The man in the uniform was followed in by the other Protector, the third man stood and stared at Kyle, a clipboard in his hand.
“What is this?” he stared in disbelief at Kyle.
“I see that you have your cargo well tied down!” He said. “Well packed!” His voice and expression changing.
“We did not want it damaged before we got home.” One of the Protectors said.
“I’m sure the Master General is pleased with him!”
“He is!” The protector said. “But for other reasons!”
“Well everything is in order!” The Third man said as he lifted up the clipboard and wrote on a sheet and passed it to the Protector. The they were gone and the door was shut again. Kyle then remembered what the Master General said about his friends, ‘Some in high places, some in low places.’ The Van then started and they were on their way again.
Eventually, they were back at the mansion and Kyle was taken from the van and up into the mansion through the foyer were they were met by The Master General and slave. They stopped and as the Protectors, one either side, held Kyle’s arms, the Master General Spoke.
“I have had word that you had a good trip and that you behaved yourself. But that is not all. I believe that you did not do as what is expected from a slave. And you as a master should know what is expected from a slave. .So from tomorrow we will start training all over again.” With that he nodded his head back and to the side to signal for the Protectors to go and take Kyle with them, the Protectors knowing what to do, the Master General’s anger directed at Kyle only. He was lead out to the dormitory, the muzzle removed and as he was pushed in through the doorway, a Protector ordered.
“Sleep!” He crawled into the nearest bed, not checking to see if any were free, feeling the warm skin of another slave, he feel to sleep, but only dozing, as he kept dreaming of what had happened to him.
But it still seemed as if it was in the middle of the night as he was pulled from the bed. He was taken out to the back of the mansion were he was met by a waiting Master General and slave, who Kyle noticed was now built more muscular, than before, not as much as the Protectors, but more than the slaves. He was naked, hands behind his back and kneeling in front of the Master General who was quietly and softly talking to him, an arm resting on the slaves shoulder and hand cupped around the slaves neck, gently rubbing the back of his head. And as Kyle was brought out, the Master General turned around to face them, his hand still on the slaves neck.
“I am so disappointed with you.” He said. “I thought that I could trust you to do what is expected of you, but that is not to be. So as I said last night we will begin again. Starting with the boots.” With this he pulled on the slaves lead and they were gone.
“You heard what the Master General said, start!” The Protector yelled at Kyle as he was almost thrown down towards the boots.
Kyle noticed that this time it was not summer, autumn and winter had seemed to pass him by and that it was now spring, a morning chill in the air. He was then back into the routine that had happened before. Then again he began to feel as if he was a puppet again, this feeling of helplessness overcoming him, but unable to move to his own commands. The rubber was cleaned the next day and then the leather again as before.
Kyle then realised that he was beginning to feel his self again and moving his own body again and not by the puppeteer. Then soon after this, one hot summers morning, he was brought, naked and still hooded, up to the foyer by the Protectors to meet the Master General.
“I am sure that you have felt odd feelings, like you can not move, but your body moving on its own? Well that is because you are being drugged to produce an hypnotic state of mind. Don’t worry, it is not addictive or damaging to you, but it allows me to command you with out actually ordering you to do things. Well, you have been taken of it for the last few days ready for tonight. I want you to be fully aware of what is happening to you tonight.” He stopped talking and turned around and began to walk up the stairs, Kyle held by two Protectors, was led behind him and as he did he saw two tables set at the bottom like he had seen at all of the Balls, with the plinth that he had seen before, in between them still empty. Kyle was taken up and followed the Master General into one of the rooms. This Kyle realised was laid out like it had been at the Balls, but this had an empty whipping bench in the middle. The Master General stopped beside it and turned around, resting a hand on the bench.
“As you can see this is empty, and as I am certain that you know, tonight is my Annual Summer Ball, yes you have been here a year! But you will not be enjoying it like you used to, tonight you will be used! And I do know that this is your favourite piece of equipment! Begin!” He stepped back as the Protectors picked up Kyle and bending his legs they placed him on to the knee pads, spreading his legs apart, but his enclosed cock and balls were pushed into an opening on the edge of the end of the bench, he then felt something slide up from underneath and against his skin and then stop and then a click and his body was now attached to the bench. His muscular torso was then pushed down and his arms pulled down and locked into straps at the other end on the sides, his wrists placed into leather fist mitts, then rope placed across him creating a criss-cross pattern across his back, tightening the benches grip on Kyle. A Butt Plug was placed in Kyle’s arse as the Master General walked up to Kyle’s head and lifting his head up he spoke to Kyle again.
“You are nearly ready, but you will be finished off just before my guests arrive. I am sure you have felt that you cock and balls locked on to the bench, this to make sure that no other Master sees them, its is only a precaution, and to stop you moving as you are fucked.” Then he let go of Kyle’s head and was gone, the room then empty. He was left for what seemed like a week when the door opened and a Protector walked in placed a blindfold over Kyle’s eyes and a muzzle over Kyle’s head and chained it to a shot chain to the floor, pulling Kyle’s head down and towards the floor, not giving him any movement. He was left alone like this for a while as he could hear muffled footsteps outside of the room. Then the door opened and a Master entered the room, he walked around for a moment and then paced over to Kyle, rubbing at Kyle’s arse as pulled out the plug. .
Kyle then felt lube being applied to his arse hole and the a finger pushing its way into him. This was followed by a second finger and the Master began to push them in and out for a few seconds and then stopped only to replace it with his hardening cock. Kyle felt that the Master was wearing leather chaps and rubber pants with a zip opening. He began to push himself in, slow at first but rapidly speeding up, his cock getting harder and longer and Kyle tried to shift himself to accommodate the Master but he could not move. The Master pushed himself in harder and faster with each thrust eventually climaxing into the condom he was wearing. He pulled out and walked over to a sealed bin and placed the used condom into it. He then replaced the plug back into Kyle and walked over to the door, which was duly opened as he knocked. As he left, another Master entered the room, he had a slave with him who was locked to the wall by the Protector. The Master then prepared Kyle quickly and began to pump him fast and hard and as like the Master before, climaxed into the condom that he was wearing , but he then paced to his slave and feed him the load of hot cum. The door was knocked and then he was gone to be replaced by another Master, and then Kyle remembered how popular this piece of bondage furniture was.
The Master approached Kyle and began to enter Kyle as he said.
“Get ready for the fuck of your life, Slave!” Kyle froze slightly as he recognised the voice of one of his best Leather Master friends. Kyle tried to call out but could only manage to gurgle into the gagged muzzle that he was wearing. The Master pushed his way into Kyle and began to pump hard, grabbing at Kyle’s back, gripping and pulling at the criss-crossed ropes that tied Kyle to the whipping bench. He began to moan as he neared climax, pumping into Kyle harder than before, until he too climaxed into the condom, which, was then taken to the slave chained to the wall and was allowed to consume, placed the used condom into the bin, cleaned himself with the tissues, placed the butt plug back into Kyle and then knocked on the door, which opened up and another Master entered the room, as Kyle wondered when the night would stop.
Eventually the Masters began to stop coming in, the gaps becoming longer until very early morning a Master entered the room, paced over to Kyle and began to prepare Kyle, taking out the butt plug and smearing lube over Kyle’s arsehole. The Master began to rub his own cock which slowly began to stiffen. He placed it to Kyle’s arse and just before he pushed himself in he spoke.
“Oh just to let you know, you are my fifth slave tonight. So I should prepare yourself for a long, slow fuck!” He gripped Kyle by the waist and pushed himself in, slowly and gently, but speeding up until he was pushing himself in Kyle hard, and rough. Kyle began to sweat, and not for the first time tonight. Then after what seemed to Kyle like an eternity and with a loud moan of ecstasy and pulling on the rope, the Master climaxed, shooting his a large load of cum into the condom. He stopped after he had filled the condom inside Kyle and still holding the rope, he bent down and rested himself onto Kyle’s back. Kyle could feel the Masters body covered in sweat and his rapid breathing.
“I hope that you enjoyed that, slave!“ he said his breath rasping, his voice gravely. Then after a few minutes he pulled himself up and as with all the Masters, he cleaned himself, replaced the plug and left. Then Kyle was left alone and that was the last Master of the night, and Kyle was alone until he heard the door open again and two sets of footsteps paced into the room, one booted, one bootless.
He then felt the plug being removed and lube applied, then he felt a hardened cock placed at his arsehole, then with a sudden thrust, the cock was pushed in, Kyle knew immediately that it was the Master General, he had never known anyone else with a large thick cock like his. The Master General pumped at Kyle’s arse, leather gloved hands grabbing at Kyle’s hips and at his back rubbing the ropes with the rhythm of his thrusting, gripping the ropes as he to eventually began to climax, his cock getting harder and bigger with each thrust. He then exploded his huge hot load of cum into Kyle as he was not wearing a condom. He then pulled out after emptying his load and stepped back saying.
“Now its your turn, as you have been the perfect slave tonight!” Kyle then felt another hard cock being pushed into him, again already hard and almost as big as the Master Generals cock. The Master General stepped around to Kyle’s head unclipped the chain and pulled of the blindfold and looked at the pain in Kyle’s eyes as the slave fucked him.
“I’m sure you have enjoyed yourself tonight, I know that a lot of my guests have.“ The Master General said to Kyle. The slave pumped away slow at first taking his time to build up his speed, enjoying his reward. Then after a time he too climaxed into Kyle, again not wearing a condom. Then they were gone, but the door was left open and Kyle could just hear a conversation between the Master General and a Protector.
“I now you dropped a tray tonight!” Kyle heard the Master General speak, “I don’t like to hear that! Not at one of my Summer Balls, my guests expect professionalism all of the time. Now bend over!” Kyle then heard the snap of a wooden paddle hitting skin followed by several more in quick succession. Then for a moment nothing but then the low guttural moans of the Master General as he fucked the slave in the hallway. Then silence again. Kyle wondered as to how the Master General could become so hard and ready to fuck some so quick.
Kyle then felt hands at him as he was released from the whipping bench and carried out of the room, unable to feel his limbs after being in one position for so long. As he was carried out of the room and into the hallway he was taken past the slave who was still bent over, his wrists locked to his ankles. Kyle was taken through the mansion and to the dormitory, where, after the muzzle was removed, he was thrown into the room and onto a bed, “Sleep!” He was ordered by a Protector. But he did not need telling twice as he lost consciousness almost straight away, without covering himself.
But sleep did not seem long before he was pulled from the bed and taken to the other room and locked in the cuffs hanging from the ceiling just before the Master General walked in.
“You did well last night, I am pleased with you, I had several compliments on what such a tight arse you had. But of course they are still none the wiser as to who you are!” He turned around and walked towards the door and into a shadow, he then stopped and without turning he spoke again.
“But now you need to get back to a normal routine, and back to your work for me!” Then he was gone. The work started immediately, and the puppeteer returned, but this time Kyle fell deeper under his spell, and soon days passed into weeks, weeks into months, months into a year and he never realised the passing of time or seasons.
But he began to feel himself again as if he was fighting the puppeteer and winning until he was woken from a dreamless sleep, pulled from his bed, and into the room opposite the dormitory. He was pulled into the middle and his wrists locked into the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. And then he was left alone for about an hour when the door facing him opened and a Protector walked in followed by the Master General, and ever present slave at his shoulder.
“I thought that I would let you wake up for your birthday, yes you have been here for nearly two years now and my annual Summer Ball is just a week away. The preparations are well on the way but there is one more thing that needs to be started that will need a few days to complete.” He stopped talking and started staring deep into Kyle’s eyes behind the leather hood.
“My new display has arrived, it is good news for me, but not for you as you will be demonstrating it!” He turned around and began to circle the suspended Kyle, rubbing Kyle’s body with a leather gloved hand as he walked around him. This aroused Kyle, his cock straining to free its metal prison, as the thought of himself fucking the General Master came into his head, the Master Generals tight muscular body turning him on more.
“There is more bad news for you,“ he said as he pressed the remote control, almost on full sending Kyle swinging in the restraints. “ I know what you are thinking.” he said then took his finger off the button.
“I have now began to grow bored with you, you do not do anything for me anymore, the fun of punishing you shall we say, there is no excitement in it any more. Yes I want to fuck you, but even then , the excitement of fucking another tight arsed Master as yourself dose not make me hard enough as you are no longer as tight arsed as you was. So now you will be used for display purposes only.” He said then stopped to face Kyle again, staring into his eyes again.
“And that will start from next week.” He turned to the Protector who by now was joined by two others. “Start to get him ready.” he said.
At this the first protector went behind Kyle, Kyle feeling tugging at the collar on the hood, then a click as the lock was cut of, the hood then pulled roughly of Kyle’s head. The cold air hitting Kyle’s skin making it feel as if it was being frozen off. The Master General placed his leather covered hands over Kyle’s head and face.
“The soap did well, still as smooth as the day the hood went on.” He turned around and began to walk away, but as he reached the door, he said.
“Now carry on!” and then he and the slave were gone. Kyle was released from the cuffs and locked onto the rack, being stretched slightly so that he could not struggle, the he felt a scratch on his arm and he then began to feel dopey again then nothing.
He woke to find that he was still on the rack, but his head was no covered by a rubber hood, the eyes open, the collar sown on as if it was one piece and sealed but with no metal buckle, his jaw was fixed solid, he wanted to cough but could not as something was pushed down his throat. As he tried to cough, there was movement in the room and a face appeared in view, the Master General was waiting for him to come round.
“I see you are with us once again!” He said.
“Don’t worry, don’t try to swallow. It is for your own good, trust me.” Kyle then felt tubes up his nostrils. And down his throat also.
“ It will all become apparent soon.” Kyle felt pain all over his body, just in patches on his legs and arms, his chest and stomach. He could feel a butt plug up his arse, but it went up further than any other plug that he knew of, it was held in by a rubber harness that went around his waist and down between his legs, the nipple rings removed, but replaced with long lengths of thin wire.
“One more thing to do before we take you up.” He then stepped back and Kyle could feel hands at the metal cock cage and heat, then the feeling of cold air around his balls and cock.
“ Milk him!” the Master General said.
“I’m sure that after two years you will be ready. Just make sure that you are empty afterwards.” He gripped Kyle’s hardening cock and began to rub him hard up and down, until just before Kyle climaxed he let go. He stepped back and sat into a seat that had been placed in the cell for him. A condom was placed onto Kyle’s hard cock and then after shooting a large hot load of cum into it, it was taken off and the cum placed onto a jar. The Master General sat back and watched as Kyle was milked of his cum, load after load, all placed into the jar until he was shooting clear. The jar was then placed at the end of the tube that went into Kyle’s mouth and tipped up, but all Kyle could do was watch as it was emptied down, but all he could taste was the rubber tube. He began to struggle on the rack as he thought that his stomach was going to throw it back up, but it stayed down.
He then felt hands at his head and fingers forcing their was up the sides, under the hood to his ears and felt pads placed over them. The Master General then stood up and walked over to look into Kyle’s eyes again. “How does that feel? Better I’m sure.” Then Kyle felt hands at his cock again and searing pain as the catheter was pushed into his cock again, but left clear.
“Now take him up, there is not much time left and a lot of work still to do.” Then he was gone. Kyle was released from the rack and dragged up the stairs, out through the Ballroom and into the foyer. Where there was several boxes placed by the empty plinth, which Kyle noticed had been altered slightly, with the base plates of armour attached already. Kyle was held by the arms in between two Protectors.
“You see,” The Master General then spoke to Kyle.
“This is my new display that you will be demonstrating. But not just for tonight. While you was asleep, you was prepared, a feeding tube inserted to nourish you, a tube to take it away afterwards, the catheter to take away your piss. Pads attached to your muscles so that they can be stimulated to keep you strong, but also to tell us how you are progressing.” He stepped back and said.
“Finish him off!” Kyle was then lifted up onto the plinth, his heels placed into the backs of the already positioned feet, the top plates locked on and welded on, and as they worked up wires were connected to the implants, tubes to pipes, all running inside the armour. Kyle felt hands at his cock as his balls and cock was forced into the metal cod piece, his balls forced into a metal sack hanging down, but the cock hooked round leaving a gap making it look as if he was semi-erect, the metal skin shaped and featured like a cock, but just joining the balls, the catheter, pushed trough a hole and hidden out of sight. Next the back plate was placed at Kyle’s back and then the breast plate, which Kyle came to the conclusion that it had at some time been moulded from his own body as all of the armour did. The wires were then pushed through holes in the breastplate, out through metal nipples, and then large metal rings were then pushed through then and through Kyle’s own pierced nipples, pulling them out onto the inside of the breastplate. The arms were then attached leading down to metal glove that were immobile, as all the joints were fixed all over the suit. The last piece attached was the two piece head, the back placed first then the front, the tubes that protruded from Kyle’s nostrils attached to metal tubes on the inside of the mask that entered Kyle’s nostrils as the face was placed onto the back piece. Then there was heat as the armour was sealed up, never to be opened. Kyle felt the heat and began to sweat inside the armour, but then the Protectors stopped and stepped back.
Kyle could then see them all standing in front of him. The Master General walked up to Kyle and placed his hands onto the breast plate, he began to flick the nipple rings.
“Very nice!” He said as he continued flick the rings, Kyle could feel them moving and he tried to moan as it was beginning to turn him on.
“Very nice indeed.” The Master General said, Kyle was amazed that he could hear him perfectly, then remembered the hands on the rubber mask, and realised that they were inserting tiny speakers into his ears. “I wish that you could see this Kyle. It is such a wonderful sight!” Then he went to go, but changed his mind.
“One more thing, there are some things I will not want you to see.” With that he stretched up to over Kyle’s head and pulled down a tiny knob on the hood, closing the metal eyelids over Kyle’s eyes, forcing him into complete and utter darkness, then they opened again.
“But for tonight I will let you see what you are missing.” Kyle’s eyes were the only visible clue as to a person inside the suit of armour, but only if you looked hard enough would you just be able to see them. Then the Master General turned and walked away, the others following him, leaving him alone.
Kyle was now standing, unable to move with only a little space between him and the suit, his feet slightly apart, legs straight, back upright, arms hanging to his side but away from his body, hands flat with his fingers fanned out slightly, palms facing inwards towards his thighs, his head held upright, no two parts touching and no joints free to move, all locked. But he felt as if he was standing on air.
All he could move was his eyes and then out of the corner of them he caught glimpse of the Protectors taking their positions behind the two desks beside him, then all he could see was the doors directly in front of him opening, but there was no fresh air touching his skin, not even through the eye holes into his eyes, even though they were open.
The mid summer sun just coming over the house and throwing a beam of light into the foyer, making a small line of bright light onto the floor just inside the door, which as the sun lowered gradually moved across the floor towards Kyle. But he was not to see this properly as slowly the first Masters and slaves began to arrive for the Master Generals Summer Ball.
But it was not long before the Mansion was filling up, and Kyle could hear all types of conversations, voices he knew, and those that he didn’t, then two voices came into his ears that he knew very well, two Leather Master friends of his, extremely good friends of his. He looked and could see them at the desk almost in front of him.
“I wonder where Kyle is?” One said.
“I don’t know. The cards have stopped coming.”
“Mine too.”
“He loved it at here at the Summer Ball, it was the highlight of his year. He could not forget the year he came home with the a slave of the Master General, boy he must have pissed of the Master General for that.!” and then there was laughter. Kyle tried to shout out, but no sound came out, he could hear himself calling out but silence to the outside world.
“Still tonight I am going to try a couple of the rooms upstairs, I enjoyed the slave on the whipping bench last year!”
Then they were gone.
The crowd began to throng, eventually the bell tolled for them to enter the ballroom for the Master General’s grand entrance to officially open the nights proceedings. But before he went in he stopped momentarily in front of Kyle, the slave behind, he was naked, a bit gag in his mouth held by a leather open head harness. But tonight his arms were restrained behind his back by leather cuff restraints, the slave-Kyle noticed-was now well formed, toned and muscular, more than the rest of the slaves, but not as much as the Protectors. Kyle noticed that the Master General and the slave were wearing collars, the collars that Kyle had brought with the words ‘Master’ and ‘Slave’ encrusted on them, also the Master General led the Slave with the lead that had been embedded with the words ‘Masters Slave’ on it, then they were gone. He could hear the Master General give his customary opening speech and as he did Kyle began to think of the Balls that he had attended when he was free and a Master, his cock began to stiffen at these thoughts. His cock bulging in the metal tube, his cockhead ramming the inside if the tip of the metal tube, the rubber tube of the catheter sliding on the inside of his cock burning as it did, and he quickly thought of other things to soften himself as the pain began to hurt.
He could see protectors and slaves milling about, the slaves dressed accordingly to serve at the Ball, heads hooded and muzzled as normal for the Ball. Then there was movement up the stairs as several protectors came from the Crèche carrying something and went upstairs. Kyle could hear cheers as the winners of the show competion were announced. Then he heard a scuffle up the stairs as the Protectors came back down again. The Master General was now talking and Kyle heard the word ‘Traitor’ and his memory became a reality again as he felt a tingle in the muscles of his legs as the implants in his legs began to work the muscles for about ten minutes before moving up his body, one set of muscles at a time, then it was gone, the sensation becoming very strong at the height of each session on each muscle group. Then he felt his stomach begin to fill as he was automatically fed through the tube in his mouth. Kyle then heard the cheering as the Master that was manhandled down from upstairs was fucked for his punishment by the privileged chosen ten other Masters.
He felt for real every whack across his arse as the Master was paddled, every large cock fucking him, the pain from not being used to being fucked. The ache in his body at being bent over for the rest of the night and into the morning.
Then gradually the crowd began to move through the foyer, talking, laughing, going upstairs to use the Master Generals slaves. But gradually they left , but for the obligatory few who were invited to stay for the weekend. Kyle watched them leave as he could not sleep, this aided by the fact that every several hours the implants would start and work his muscles again. He watched the moon rising, then the daylight replacing the night as the sun rose up the other side of the Mansion.
He heard the Master Generals weekend guests walk up the stairs after all the other guests had finally left, still talking to one another. Then when they were out of sight and out of hearing range the Master General stood in front of Kyle in full view so that Kyle would be able to see him, he had pulled the slave close to him, behind him so that he could play with the slaves cock and balls. He was also flanked each side by one of his personal Protectors who were standing to attention, their arms held behind their backs, feet slightly apart, just as they were at the Ball at the other Master.
“I hope that you enjoyed your first Masters Ball as a permanent feature.” He began to say.
“I had a lot of compliments about you, and I did know that you always wanted to have a hard and solid body! But there is a couple things I forgot to mention to you last night, the food that is pumped into you is also mixed with a derivative of the drug that my scientists developed to build up my Protectors, this will build up your muscles only, in conjunction with the implanted pads, to completely fill the armour, but once you have filled it we will adjust the level if intake to keep you there.” Kyle’s eyes began to widen as he heard what the Master General was saying, the Master General seeing the panic in Kyle’s eyes.
“Secondly, I’m sure you are aware of the Master that was caught last night abusing a slave of mine, I knew that he had before, but last night was my opportunity to punish him and he is now being readied for the rest of his sentence, which now is beginning to excite me just as you did.-Oh by the way, his name is or was Master Pierce, I believe that he is a very good and close Leather Master friend of yours. And Like you he also did not heed the warning on the banner across the stairs! But he won‘t be a permanent fixture!” Kyle’s eyes again giving away emotion.
“And thirdly and lastly, this is now not a punishment for you for abusing my slave, but more an ongoing, highly amusing revenge, for what you did not know was that the slave that you stole from me was my first slave, and not only that he was-is-my partner as well!” his voice rising slightly in anger.
“So you see, I was very angry when you took him from me, and when you brought him back that night and then abused my other slave I knew the time was right to take back what was rightfully mine! And to punish you the only way that I knew would hurt you!” He then added, a smile across his face.
“Now I have you where I want you, captive for as long as I want, and there is not a thing that you can do about it!”
With that he paced up to the metal encased Kyle and pulled the knob down, sending Kyle into complete darkness. Kyle then, in his silence and through exhaustion gradually fell to sleep, although his mind was active with what he had just been told.
Kyle opened his eyes. It was all a dream! …It was a dream?…
…I guess we will never know…