From Trainer to Trainee - The Masters Ball Part 1

Author: bookworm
Title: From Trainer to Trainee - The Masters Ball
Date: 03 June 2010

Zac was in overdrive on the Friday morning, almost to the point of exploding, Steven knew better to do as Zac said but at the same time to keep away from him! It had been two years since he and Steven had been to the Masters Ball, owing due to the fact that Steven had to go to a conference on the same weekend as the ball the year before and could not get out of it. It had also been two years since he had seen his good friend and mentor-the Master General, on top of that he had this year received a platinum invitation card, an invitation to the ball which was very rarely sent out but which afforded the receiver almost special treatment from the Master General and almost free run of the mansion for the whole weekend from Friday afternoon to Monday morning. He had had a few gold invitations, which were from Friday night to Sunday morning and which were only sent to 10 Masters at most per year.
Steven had been given his instructions by Zac to get the three Slaves ready for the trip by lunch time, as Zac wanted to be there as early as he could having been in contact with the Master General to confirm this arrangement.
In the year since Cody (whose name and past life was completely gone was now called Slave 1) had been enlisted as their first Slave into their harem of Slaves, two more had been recruited in the same way, Slave 2 had been with them for about eight months and settled down to his life of servitude very well and quickly- the same as Cody once he had realised on that Monday morning that he was not going anywhere, but Slave 3 who had been with them for about 2 months was not taking to his role and new life so obediently and was needing constant punishment.
Zac and Steven got themselves ready dressed on leather jeans with half harnesses on their torsos and plain leather collars, they had their lunch while the three Slaves were chained standing to one of the pillars in the dungeon, the three Slaves dressed the same way: cock cuff chastity belts with attached butt plugs, Body harnesses, rubber fist mitts and collars-studded with ‘Slave’, head harnesses with attached muzzles-Slave 3’s head harness also had a padded blindfold as he had needed to be punished again, his newly pierced nipples had attached weights hanging from them to add to the punishment, pulled down by a short chain and attached to his chastity cage, they had also for a change been shaved the day before of all pubic hair from their bodies.
Zac and Steven finished their lunch; Slave 1 was taken by Steven to clean the lunch plates while Zac took the other two and began to sit them into their people carrier. A black model, with mirror covered widows except for the windshield which was heavily tinted to stop people looking in, but allowed Zac to look out. Slave 3 was sat in the back row, wrists and ankles chained to a hidden bolt on the floor, Slaves 1 and 2 on the middle row of seats, equally chained.
Having left mid afternoon, it took Zac just over three hours to drive to the Master Generals mansion, and was greeted at the inner gate by the Protectors on duty, Zac was as always astounded at these guys, built immaculately and dressed accordingly, not wanting to leave or do anything else but free of mind to do as they will. Zac passed his invitation to the Protector who studied his clipboard and flicked through the attached list.
“Hello Master Zac.” He said as he found the name on the list, he peered into the vehicle. “It’s you, Alpha Slave and three other Slaves.”
“Yes.” Zac said.
“Please bear with me.” He said and then stepped into the small gatehouse and was gone for a few minutes before he returned with a card and placed it beneath the windscreen wipers. “Please follow the drive to the Mansion and up to the next barrier, you will then be shown where to park. Have an enjoyable weekend!” He said as he stepped back.
Zac drove slowly along the road, he passed a side road that looked fairly new and he was sure had not been their before, but it was not long before the Mansion was in view and began to loom large on the horizon. As they approached, there were already several vehicles of all sorts and sizes parked up, but it was still too early for them to be admitted into the Mansion for the Ball. A protector noticed the board on the windscreen and waved them through towards an open gate to an outer wall, this was where all gold invitation holders were allowed to park. As Zac drove through, a Protector at a further gate on a lower inner wall signalled for Zac to go through and opened the gate, but signalled for Zac to stop just before entering.
“Master Zac.?” He asked more a statement than a question.
“Yes.”
“Please park in front of the stand just at the side of the steps.” He said as he looked away and pointed towards the steps up to the doors of the Mansion. He then signalled to a couple of Slaves at the doorway who began to walk in a hypnotised state towards where the Protector had signalled. “They will help you with your bags, Sir. They will take them to your rooms.” Zac drove in and parked as instructed, they gate closed behind them and the Protector walked away to help the other Protectors on parking duty and Zac realised that they were the only ones to be parked here, the only ones to have a Platinum invitation.
As Zac parked up, the Slaves were standing obediently at the bottom of the steps. Zac got out and handed the keys to their Slave’s chains that had attached them to the car to Steven to release them after their drive up. Within a few seconds the Master Generals Slave’s had their bags out of the car and was proceeding up the steps into the doorway. As Zac looked up there, standing on the top step with a wide grin to his immaculate face, was the Master General, dressed unusually for him in jeans and a t-shirt, his own Slave and lover, naked, gagged and ever present just behind him, hands locked behind him and the lead from his collar locked to a belt loop on the Master General’s jeans..
“Zac!” He called out and held out his hand as Zac climbed the stairs.
“Master!” Zac said his heart in his mouth as he took the Master Generals hand, he was pulled close to him and they hugged.
“It’s been too long.” The Master General said, “Even though it has only been two years.”
“I know,” said Zac, “It was unavoidable last year that we couldn’t make and I was not going to come on my own, it was not fair on Steven.”
“No, no, I understand.” He said
And then in almost a whisper, Zac asked. “Has the plane been put into place should the opportunity arise?”
“Yes!” The Master General replied. “Only time will tell now.” He said into Zac’s ear just as Steven stepped onto the top step with the three Slaves in tow behind him. “Ah Steven!” He then said out aloud and let go of Zac who stepped aside.
“Master General!” Steven said as he bowed slightly and took a grip of the man’s outstretched hand. “You look well Sir!”
“Oh, don’t be so modest, it takes longer and longer each day to look anywhere as good as this!” Then he turned to Zac and saw that he was watching him in wonder as to his outfit. “Before you ask, I have been overseeing the preparations and one or two other things…”
“Oh!” Zac said, “I won’t ask any more!”
“No come, this way, I’ll show you the rooms that we have tonight before I show you to your rooms. But then again I’m sure you know what they contain!” He led them into the large open foyer of the hall, where stood before them as always for the balls, the tables ready for the guests to be greeted, and behind them the silver metal statute of the slightly oversized naked man.
They were led up the stairs and down one of the wings, at the back. As they were led down, there were several Protectors milling about. At one side about halfway down two were locking a Slave into a narrow and shallow wooden standing box, the front was made to look like a pillar, with a hole at the top where the Slaves head was locked out of it, looking as if it was on top of a pillar resting on a pillow with scrolled edges, he was naked but his neck locked in to a leather posture collar and a leather hood with mouth, nose and eye holes, but a pecker gag was soon inserted into his mouth and tightly strapped around his head, then just as they passed, Zac looked at the Slave just as the blindfold was about to be placed on he noticed that the eye’s of this Slave was different than the two who took their bags, from the car, this Slave’s eyes were more awake, looked as if the Slave was more aware of what was happening, but to weak to protest as he was locked into the box, his cock and balls placed through a very small hole at the front, and Zac knew that he would be drained-literally- by the end of the night. In several of the rooms, other gagged and leather covered, totally hypnotised Slaves were being strapped and locked into various bondage devices, one of the rooms contained the glory hole booths and Zac knew that the Slaves head would be securely strapped tightly to the other side, with a protector there to make sure that the Slave did not speak (but as far as most of the guests knew there was just the Slave there to service them), ready to be used by the guests for their nights entertainment. As they went the Master General and Zac were talking, Zac giving his approval to each room, but knew too well that he did not need to give it. As they walked back down the hallway, the Slave that was in the pillar was being tested by one of the protectors, the Protectors leather gloved hand gripping the Slave’s cock and slowly rubbing it up and down, moans just beginning to be heard from the totally immobilised Slave locked in the wooden pillar, then the Protector let go, the Slave’s cock solid and erect. As they carried on walking down, other Slaves were being locked up onto the walls, in various poses, naked but with their cock and balls locked in various painfully chastity devices, and as with the Slave in the pillar, these too seemed to be in a semi conscious state of awareness. The Master General realised that Zac had noticed this. “I thought that this year I would try something different with the decorations just in this wing, I thought I would let some of them have a nightmare and have had some of them brought to the edge of reasoning and consciousness-enough for them to be aware of what is being done to them, to feel it, but not enough for them to be able to do anything about it, I think that it is a form of torture to them!” As they all reached the beginning of that wing and were now standing on the balcony overlooking the foyer, Zac looked back and noticed fear almost in the eyes of Slave’s 1 & 2, but he knew that the Master General’s Slaves would be there in the hallway, but not to the point of knowing what was happening to them. He then walked over to the banister and looked over and saw that some of the Protectors were now beginning to pose some more of the completely under Slaves as various adornments onto the walls in front of the desk having finished in the great hall at the side, off the foyer where the Ball would be held. They were then lead over to one of the front wings which had been closed off from the guests who only had been invited for the night.
The Master General led them down this short wing to a double room at the end. “I think you will like this room, I decided that it was best for you and your Slaves.” He said as he opened the door and stepped in, they followed him, there was a large ornate four poster bed in the middle of the large room. On the inner wall adjacent to the door was two doors, one was the en-suite bathroom at the front and another plainly decorated inner room, with chains, ropes and various other toys and restraints for the Slaves to be kept if wanted by Zac. “I hope you like it.” He said, he walked over to the French windows at the front of the room and opened them up and walked out onto the balcony which went across the front of the room and around the side. Zac and Steven followed them, leading the Slaves as they went. They looked out over the countryside, at the clear blue sky and the blazing sun. “It’s just us in this wing, I’m next door, the lucky few guests who received only gold invitations this year are all staying down the west front wing, so we shouldn’t get disturbed too much.
“I’m sure you need to freshen up ready for tonight. “The Master General then said and began to turn to go back into the bedroom. “And I still have a few things to do before tonight and I can see we are already getting a few guests already, surveying the outer field from the balcony. “I will have some food sent up for you, I’m sure that you could do with it.” He then stopped and looked at Zac. “I’m sorry I can’t stop longer and talk to you, but I will try and catch you later tonight, but we will definitely talk tomorrow.” Then he turned and left.
“Well will you look at this place!” Steven said as he lay onto the bed, the three Slaves standing by it as he was still holding their leads, Slave’s 1 and 2 looking envious at their Alpha Slave reclining in comfort. “I forgot how sumptuous this place is!” He added.
Just then there was a knock at the door and a Protector bowed down to enter the room. “Excuse me Sir!” he said as he opened the door for a couple of naked and muzzled Slave’s to quietly and almost robot like to enter, pushing trolleys of hot food for Zac and Steven. “The Master General asked me to ask if you wanted anything brought for your Slaves? He apologises for the under sight.”
“No, that’s okay; they will be given something later, if there is anything suitable left for them.” Zac answered. The three Slave’s-unbeknown to each other-almost collapsed as they were now hungry as the smell from the feast before them was pushed past their noses, but they should have known better. The Slaves and the Protector left.
Zac and Steven began to eat having left the three Slaves’ chained to a hook in the side room, the door shut, leaving the Slaves in darkness and drooling into their muzzles.
Since they had left the house in the afternoon, Zac had relaxed down and was now more calmer and Steven knew this to his relief, as they reclined onto the bed and went to sleep for a couple of hours, it was still to early to get ready for the Ball.

Zac was awoken a couple of hours later, by the sound of a van door being slammed shut somewhere down in front of the mansion, and it sounded to be in the gold invitation holders only parking area. He roused Steven from his slumber and got him to take the cold scraps of food into the Slave’s to have after they had been released to piss into a bucket in the corner of their room. They were then re-muzzled and left chained again to the wall as before, Slave 3’s nipple rings still chained to his cuff lock chastity cage. Zac was in the mean time washing and changing, he was now standing in a full leather body harness, leather waistcoat, leather chaps, and studded leather jock strap with the front of the pouch detachable and boots, he had changed his collar to the one that was studded with ‘Master’. He had got them same ready for Steven and placed it all onto the bed, but for two differences: the jock strap pouch was plain black leather and his collar had the word ‘Alpha’ in studs on it.
By the time that Steven had got ready it was nearly 10:00 and they made their way down the hallway, Zac leading and Steven pulling along the three Slave’s. Before they walked down the stairs Zac looked down the hallway where the guests playrooms were, outside most of them was at least one Master and at each door as sentry was a Protector to allow only one guest in at a time, weather it was with the guests Slave or not, there were hooks in each room for the guest to tie their Slaves too and a hook out side next to the Protectors if they wanted to go in alone. Zac saw that there was a guest at the Slave in the Column and even though the Slave’s neck was wrapped up in a posture collar, Zac could just see a slight movement as the guest was rubbing the Slaves’ solid cock vigorously up and down, Zac guessed that by the slight head movement that this was not the first time this evening that the Slave had been played with and was struggling to climax with anything trying desperate to cum to end the torture, but the guest kept rubbing him up and down until he did.
They slowly made their way down the stairs and passed the small couple of cues that were now at the desks with the last few stragglers to arrive and others with questions, and to the large room on the left of the tables that was used as a crèche for guests to leave their Slave’s safely if they did not want to take them in to the actual Ball. Here Zac wanted to leave Slave’s 2 & 3 (3 still blindfolded and nipples chained to chastity cage), He left them standing in an open fronted cubicle which was just of the main crèche area, afforded to him by the privilege of the Platinum invitation, here he had a Protector whose job for the night was solely to watch over Zac’s Slave’s in the crèche. The two Slaves were left standing, arms locked around each other and parachutes locked to their balls and attached to each other by a very short chain of only a couple of links-any movement one made the other felt. Their legs stretched out and locked at the ankles by a spreader bar, which also had a short chain attached to it from the parachutes. A chain hanging from a hoist from the ceiling with two locks on the end was then locked to d-rings on the front of collars on their muzzles and then raised slightly just to make them have to stand on the balls of their feet.
Happy that the Slaves were suitable locked away for the night, and with the only keys to release them Zac and Steven walked back towards the Ballroom, Zac holding Slave 1’s lead.
By this time the Ballroom was in full swing, a heaving throng of noise from the guests talking, music was pounding away from hidden speakers. Leather and rubber clothed muscular bodies rubbing next to one another with the close confines of the Ballroom, even as large as it was, the Master General loved to host this ball each year and knew a lot of people and was certain to invite them all, knowing that the Ballroom would still not be big enough if all of them turned up-and most did each year. Zac managed to get to the Bar on the wall on the far side opposite the doorway and ordered a beer for him and a bottle of water for Steven, just as Steven went to order a beer for himself, but knew that it was best not to.
Having got their drinks, amazed that the Slave’s working the bar got their order right even above the din of the room and with speed and unable to talk as they were all gagged with bit gags; they began to make their way into the crowd. Zac recognised a few of the other guests and or their Slaves. He found Aaron talking to someone else but as soon as Aaron saw Zac he politely ended the conversation. He had his Slave behind him, dressed in a rubber tit flasher vest and rubber chaps, rubber socks on his feet gave the impression that they were attached to the chaps-all in one, a rubber sheath and ball sack locked onto his cock and balls, his arms pulled back and locked into leather arm binders which helped pull his well developed pecks out in the vest. He had a bit gag locked into his mouth and Zac could see the glisten of spittle dribble down from the sides of the gag in the flashing lights of the ball room, knowing too well that Aaron had probably had that locked onto the Slave quite early in the morning. A leather collar as locked on around his neck and a chain from this locked around Aaron’s waist allowing him to have his hands free.
“Well look what the bear dragged in!” Aaron said as he shook Zac’s hand. “I didn’t think you were coming again this year!” He added.
“We got here earlier, but only just come down.” Zac said, almost having to shout in the noise. Aaron looked at Steven and the Slave 1 behind Zac. Zac saw Aaron looking at Steven and Slave 1 with a questioning look. “Sorry Aaron, you know my Slave Steven!” he said as the two shook hands, but Steven bowed his head as he did so. “It’s been a while, I have now made our dream a reality, I have made Steven my Alpha Slave and he is learning well also as a Master to control my small but growing harem of Slaves!” Aaron smiled. “Behind me is our first Slave-Slave 1, Slave’s 2 and 3 are in the crèche!” Zac said excitedly. Then Zac saw Aarons Slave looking at Slave 1, he could just make out the beginning of a smile behind the bar of the bit gag as he recognised Slave 1, but as Slave 1 looked forward he was unaware that Mark was looking at him, let alone trying to grin.
Then after a few minutes of talking they were joined by the Master General, now changed from his jeans and t-shirt into full leather outfit, befitting his status, leather police shirt, leather jeans, leather tie, peaked cap and boots. His Slave in contrast completely naked behind him except for a full leather hood with nose holes pin hole eyes only, the hood locked on and a lead hanging down held by the Master General, his arms chained behind his back and connected to a short chain that was locked onto two leather ankle straps, a metal 7 ring metal gates of hell cage locked on keeping his cock erect and stretched out from his body.
“I see that everything is going brilliantly as normal Sir!” Aaron said.
“Yes, I still worry over the smallest of details, even though I have been holding a Summer Ball for years.”
Then he spoke to Zac. “I have something that I want to show you, but as I won’t be able to do it tomorrow, can we do it Sunday morning, say about 11 o’clock?”
“Yes-sure!” Zac replied, quizzically, wondering what it was that his very good friend and Mentor wanted from him. Zac looked at Steven, wondering what it could be.
They were then approached by a Protector, who whispered something into the Master Generals ear.
“Okay.” He said back and the Protector walked away. “I’m sorry gentlemen, I am going to have to leave you for a moment, but please enjoy the rest of the night!” He then winked at Zac as he walked away. Next thing that they knew the lights went on from the corner of the Ballroom that was up from the bar towards the Back of the Ballroom, there was a humming noise audible as the music faded and a stage appeared from the floor, dispelling some of the guests from that corner of the room. The Stage stopped rising from the floor about 7’ from the ground and then towards the end nearer the middle of the Ballroom a set of metal pillory stocks rose out. On the end wall lowered a large screen and to most of the seasoned guests to the Master Generals Summer Ball that he hosted each year, they knew that this meant only one thing.
“Gentlemen” The Master Generals voice bellowed out from the speakers and the crowd silenced and turned to face the raised stage to see the Master General walk to the front of the stage. “It has come to my attention that there has been a contravention of the rules for the use of my Slaves.”
There was a low murmur from the crowd.
“I have been holding this Summer Ball for your pleasure form more years now than I care to mention-yet there are still some of you who think that you can ignore these rules and abuse my generosity and my Slaves!” He raised his voice slightly to emphasis his annoyance at this breech of the rules. “You all know the rules!” He added. “Unfortunately it is always the minority that spoil things for the majority!” There was a low boo from the hushed crowd. “If this continues I will have to withdraw this privilege from the Summer Ball!” There was a moan from the crowd, from those who complied with the rules and enjoyed the use of the Master Generals Slaves. “That is all I have to say on the matter-you have been warned. Now to the matter in hand!” He said as a pathway began to clear through the crowd and a struggling guest was dragged through the crowd, hands cuffed behind his back, a loose leather hood tied around his head, his torso bare, his cock free and still solid- visible to those closest- framed by the flies of his leather jeans, his booted feet trying to grip the floor, struggling to get free of the two protectors who were unceremoniously dragging him through the crowd. He was easily lifted up the steps onto the stage and his head and hands placed into the respective holes on the opened pillory, the top slammed down tightly and locked closed, his ankles were then spread apart and locked into a fixed spreader bar, his trousers pulled down as far as they could now go and then finally a ‘T’ bar as placed to his lower abdomen and locked into a hole at the bottom of the stocks, this was to stop him from lowering himself down later.
“Before I show you the evidence before this man,” the Master General spoke, as the man was placed into the stocks, “Do you want to see the accused?”
“Show! Show! Show!” The baying crowd began to chant.
“OK!” The Master General turned around and untied the lace of the leather hood. And as the hood was pulled off, there was a low murmuring from the crowd with boo’s and jeers followed until the Master General raised a hand to quieten the crowd. “Now before I allow you to pass judgement, I place before you the evidence!”
The lights were turned down, the huge screen began to brighten to show one of the rooms, in the middle was a leather covered Slave, hooded, gagged and blindfolded, totally immobile strapped to a fuck bench, his arse free of any covering. The door to the room could be heard opening and closing; footsteps approached the Slave as the guest was then picked up by the camera over the door. The man was then seen to take off his jacket and letting it fall to floor as he stood behind the Slave in the middle of the room. “What have we here?!” he was heard to say as he placed a hand onto the bare flesh of the Slaves arse, his other hand unzipping his trousers and releasing his hardening cock from its confines he began to rub it. “The Master General has not let us down again!” He said with relish in his voice. He reached down and lifted up his jacket, he could be seen opening a pocket on the inside and pulling out a leather paddle, dropping his jacket again and patting it several times in his hand so that it made a cracking sound. “I shall enjoy this!” he said as he swung his hand and the paddle hit flesh. The Slave still managed to jolt in his tight bindings even though he was in his hypnotic state, from the hard swing. The man immediately swung again, bringing the paddle back down again, the sound of the paddle heard loud and clear as it hit skin. The Slave bucked again as the door opened to the room and noise from the corridor spilled into the room, two protectors appeared from nowhere to stand behind the man just as he raised his arm again. Each Protector grabbed an arm and swiftly brought it down to behind the mans back and swiftly locked on the handcuffs, the hood placed over the mans head by a third protector as he struggled and then he was almost lifted up off his feet and taken from the room as a protector was seen the release the Slave from the bench to be replaced by a fresh Slave as the film stopped. The lights went back on.
“Now you have seen the evidence against this man, I will ask you for your judgement-Guilty or Not Guilty of the evidence shown before you?”
There was a unanimous voice from the crowd. “Guilty!” Guilty!”
“Are you sure of this?” The Master General then asked.
“Guilty! Guilty!” came back the roar.
“OK!” He turned to the man who was struggling in the stocks, he could just be heard saying something through the Master Generals microphone, but it was not audible enough. “You have been found guilty of abusing my property by your peers with the evidence that was placed before them, that you also watched. It is then my duty to pronounce sentence!” The Master General stopped talking for a moment, just enough to quieten the baying crowd. “As we have seen this before, you all know the punishment, which has not changed!” He raised his voice in volume to stress what he was about to say. “You will be fucked by ten of your peers randomly picked from the gathered crowd!” There was a low rumbling from the crowd as a piece of paper was passed to him by a Protector who then turned to the guest and locked onto his head a leather padded blindfold. As he began to slowly read out the names, the crowd began to cheer at each name, until the Master General reached the tenth name. He raised his arms to quieten the crowd before him. “Now, I am going to break from tradition this year!” There was a low hum from the crowd as they waited for the name of the tenth Master. “I have been approached by a well respected Master amongst you with a request! I have agreed to this request and as the opportunity has presented itself I can now proceed with this request. The Master has a Slave who has shown great worth and obedience quite a few years, he has served his Master well and with permission by his Master in thanks for this obedience he has been given the opportunity over the last couple of years to train as a Master!” There was a large ripple of applause from the crowd. “For this the Master approached me to ask if I would grant the Slave the rare opportunity of becoming a full Master!” More applause. “It has been my great pleasure in knowing this Master as he was trained as a Master by me, and it is an honour for me in granting this wish!” Another round of applause. “So would Alpha Slave Steven please make his way to the stage! You are now a full Master and your first duty a a full Master will be the tenth Master to administer the punishment!” He said out aloud as a cacophony of cheers and clapping thundered through the Ballroom.
The Lights dipped low and a search light flicked through the crowd. Steven stood rooted to the spot.
“Well what are you waiting for?!!!” Zac shouted to Steven with a grin on face, and waving his arms in the air. “You know what to do!”
Suddenly the sport light stopped on Steven, his image them shown on the screen for all to see. Zac gave him a small nudge and slowly he moved in a daze towards the stage along a pathway that had been created for him, to the slow beat of clapping from the crowd, which got faster as he walked to the stage and ended in a raptous clapping and cheering. He joined the line of the Masters and was approached by the Master General, he held in his hand a leather collar studded with the word ‘MASTER’ and held it up for the crowd to see before he turned to face Steven. He reached around Steven’s neck and undid the ‘ALPHA’ collar to replace it with his new collar. He handed the old collar to a Protector who took it to Zac. Zac held it in his hand for a moment and then turned to face Slave 1 and held it up for him to see and Zac saw something sparkle in Slave 1’s eyes, a look of more freedom to become the Alpha Slave that he had seen given to Steven. Zac just shook his head and said with a grin on his face. “Don’t even think about!” He then looped it through the waist band of his chaps, doing up the buckle and letting it hang there.
Up on the stage the Master General was about to give the Master his only choice in his punishment, that was while being fucked by his 10 peers, did he want them to fuck him bareback or to collect all of the cum from the 10 Masters in a bowl and to be fed the full amount at the end, the Master after several grunts said to be fed the cum afterwards. At this point in the proceedings was a funnel gag inserted into the Masters mouth and strapped around his neck and forehead to keep it in place. With the gag in place the Master General spoke to the crowd. “Let the punishment begin!”
The first of the Masters in line took his place behind the pilloried Master, was handed a condom and then proceeded to fuck the other Master, both of their moans was picked up by the Master Generals microphone as he stood next to the two men. Slowly the Master pumped his cock into the other’s arse until he shot his load into the condom, then once he had finished he withdrew himself and slowly and carefully slipped off the condom, careful not to loose any of his cum only for the condom to be emptied into a glass.
Slowly it was Steven’s turn to fuck the Master. He felt strangely nervous at being given the opportunity to fuck another Master, to him it did not feel respectful, but he also knew that-here and now-it was justified. He pulled off the leather pouch of his jock strap and found relief as his cock has solid from watching the other nine Masters fucking the other Master. He placed on the condom and placed his cock against the man’s arse, he was by now moaning softly in pain, but Steven ignored this, he wanted to show Zac and Master General that their faith in him as a Master was warranted. He then pushed his rock hard cock into the man’s arsehole and began to slowly pump himself back and forth, but it was at this moment that Steven realised why Zac had not let him relieve himself for just over a week. Slowly he could feel himself building up till he too climaxed-with a deep roar that seemed to reverberate around the Ballroom, but as the same as Zac he had stamina and control before he climaxed, but when he did, he shot a load of cum that seemed to fill the condom and more. This was placed into the cup and while he was steadied by the Master General, allowing him to get his breath back, a Protector took the glass and pinching the Masters nose together to make sure that he had his mouth open he tipped up the glass and let the white thick liquid slid down the funnel until it had all 10 of the Masters cum slid down, it was followed by a small amount of water to make sure that it was all drank. Then the funnel gag was unstrapped and the blindfold taken off while the 10 Masters were relieved of their duty to a resounding applause as they left the stage. A full leather hood with a built in pecker gag and two tubes that were inserted into his nose was then slid over the Masters head, the collar buckle strapped up and a padlock clicked home. It was for the rest of the night that the Master was to be left like this until the Summer Ball had finished in the early hours of the morning. The Master General stood in front of the Master, pinched the two tubes closed and said in a deep voice which was not picked up by the microphone. “You are not welcome here anymore, you name will be circulated around so that you will be unable to be recognised for anything.” Then he let go of the tubes as the Master began to wriggle in the stock to get breath.
Steven slowly made his way back to where Zac was still standing as the lights lowered again and the music began to pump out again. He was clapping as Steven approached him. “Well down!” He said. “You made me feel very proud of you!”
“I didn’t know what was happening!” Steven said as he put an arm around the shoulder of his Master. “It was a big surprise!”
“I know, I saw it all up there!” He pointed to the large screen which was now split into two, one half on the Master in the pillory, the other showing an edited rerun of the punishment until that had finished and the whole screen was given over to the Master as he slowly writhed in the stocks.
“Just one thing-" Zac said. “Just because you are now a Master and have the collar to prove it, you may be my partner but I will still be and always will be your Master!”
“Oh! Of course!” Steven said with a smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way!”
“Want a drink?” Zac then asked him as he began to steer him and Slave 1 towards the bar.
“Do I ever!” Steven replied. They made their way to the bar and this time Steven got the beer that he wanted.
Slowly from about two in the morning the Masters began to leave and gradually the Ballroom emptied until the only Masters left in the Ballroom was the Master General, the few gold invitation guests who were staying till Sunday morning-one of them being Aaron, Zac and Steven. Steven had gone and brought back Slaves 1 & 2 from the crèche as it was by now nearly 4:30 in the morning, the Ballroom was still darkly lit and the lights flashed on and off with the music in the background.
“I think that this was another successful Ball!” The Master General said. There was a murmur of agreement from the Masters. “I have arranged for a very late brunch to be served in the dining room from 1 till 2 tomorrow afternoon. I will be there for that, but I will not be here after that-please accept my apologies, so the rest of the day is yours to wander around the grounds or do what ever you wish. I have instructed for dinner to be served then at 8 tomorrow night.” He said. “So with that I bid you all a good night or good morning! Anything you need just ask one of the Protectors who will help you.” He began to leave leading his Slave as he went. Zac nodded to Steven and they also left following the Master General out of the Ballroom. As they reached their respective rooms the Master General said. “You’ll need help to get your Slaves ready for the night.” He nodded to the nearest Protector who was next to them. “Good night!” Then he was gone into his room.
“I think we will take up that offer!” Zac said and then there were several Protectors there. They walked into Zac and Steven’s room with them, and without another word from Zac, the Protectors had swiftly striped the three Slave’s of what little they had on and with the instruction of Zac, they were placed into three rubber sleep sacks and blindfolded, Slave 3 was left muzzled under instruction from Zac-but the nipple chains was taken off. All three were then laid onto the thin mats on the floor, their chastity cages removed, their cock and balls resting free through a hole in the sleepsacks. The Protectors left the room leaving the door open for Zac to check on the Slave’s but he just looked in as he began to get undressed to go to bed leaving the door open for the Slave’s to hear Zac fuck Steven.

Saturday morning went and all of the Masters and some Slaves were slowly making their way down to the dining room in the early afternoon for the late brunch that was laid on for them. The Master General arrived, Slave in tow. The dining room was where the crèche had been the night before but it now had no trace of what had been in the room the night before. It always made Zac wonder how such an ornate building could also take on the look and feel of a giant dungeon. Just before the Master General left after eating he spoke to Zac. “I will be back later, but please enjoy the grounds. If you need anything-just ask one of the Protectors.” Then he said. “Don’t forget about our meeting tomorrow; bring a Slave if you want.”
Then he was gone.
Zac and Steven took the Slaves for a walk around the grounds to give them some exercise and to give Zac and Steven a breath of fresh air to clear their heads from the night before. They seemed to walk for miles and still didn’t reach the edge of the Master Generals estate.

It was soon eight and time for dinner. All of the Masters and some of the Slaves had gathered in the hall waiting for the Master General to come down and were being waited on by some of the Master Generals Slaves with drinks; one or two Protectors ever present to make sure the Slaves did as they had been instructed to. Zac and Steven was dressed in leather waistcoats and leather jeans, the Slaves in full body leather harnesses, hands in rubber fist mitts cuffed behind their backs, leather collars and muzzles, Slave 3 was still blindfolded. Zac held Slave 1 and 2’s lead, while Steven had Slave 3’s lead; all three Slaves had the cuff chastity belts locked on with attached butt plugs. The Master General came down leading his Slave and spoke to all of the Masters as he passed through them. He opened the doors to the dining room and walked in; the others followed and sat down at the large table before them, all grandly set out, again it seemed a different room than when they were there early afternoon.
As they entered one by one, the Masters were all greeted by the centrepiece of the table-a Slave spread-eagled, mummified in silver duck tape from head to toe, the only visible flesh was the Slaves cock and balls. Zac looked at the Slave, it seemed that the Slave was bigger built than the others, even wrapped up, then it struck him that it seemed that the Slave was floating in air, but as he looked he saw that the Slave was in some sort of glass container, his wrists and ankles held by glass restraints stopping him from pulling them back. The glass container was no deeper than the Slave and his cock and balls were through a small hole at the front, small glass tubes leading from the Slave’s nose out for him to breathe. The container slowly spun round over the centre of the circular table, suspended from the ceiling, rotating round about once a minute. As the evening wore on Zac also noticed that the Slave seemed to be leaking precum and realised that somehow he was being e-stimed, just enough to keep him hard and leaking precum, but not enough to fetch him near the edge.
The full four course meal was served serenely and surreal for the setting and for the way that all the men were dressed. Zac sat with Slave 1 kneeling by his side, every now and then he would subconsciously reach out and rub the top of Slave 1’s shaven head. Slave 3 was locked by their collars to Slave 2, their ankles also locked together and stood behind Steven. The meal was full of genial chat and laughter from the Masters as the Slaves were not brought into the conversation or was gagged. Zac was also sitting nest to Aaron and caught up on some gossip from him.
After about two hours and the meal over with, The Master General stood up.
“Well gentlemen-shall we retire to the dungeon?!” he said. The others looked at one another, knowing that there was no dungeon at the Mansion. He stood up and walked to the door; the others all stood up and slowly followed him across the hall to the Ballroom. He opened the doors and stepped in. Zac was taken aback by what he was greeted with. This was the same Ballroom as the night before, but it was totally different, the high ceiling was lower, there was various restraining devices placed around the room and from the ceiling. On the wall where the door was where they had entered was racks of every bondage toy and restraint know to man; leather, rubber, hoods, sleepsacks cuffs, whips, paddles, butt plugs, chastity devices. Zac thought that he had stepped into a different room completely. In the middle of the room was a low square iron fence area. Zac wondered why until about five minutes after they entered a couple of the Protectors walked in with the glass framed Slave. The Frame was soon attached to a hoist and slowly lifted up into the air, so that his cock was head height to most of the Masters, but with the low iron fence around he was inaccessible, and the e-stim still going, his cock was glistening in the beam of the spot light that shone on him as he slowly began to spin round at the same speed as he did over the table.
“Well guys,” The Master General spoke, “enjoy the rest of the night before you go tomorrow, feel free to use what you like, but please be respectful if you are using another Masters Slave! Breakfast will be served at 10 o’clock so that those who have a long journey home can get going.”
Slowly the Masters walked away to explore the room, the lights dim and slowly from somewhere music drifted in the dark.
“So Zac, what do you think!” He asked.
“How do you do this?” He said. “Its like I’m in a different building-not the large Ballroom from last night!”
“That would be telling!” He said with a grin.
The two of them then began to mingle about with the other Masters.

It was just after 11o’clock and Zac had come down to the foyer to meet the Master General as arranged. As he passed the wing that was used Friday night for the rooms of the Slaves for the Summer Ball, he noticed that the Slave that was in the ‘column’ was still there, his cock and balls still outside of the box.. He went down and had a closer look, the Slave was still locked up as he was on the Friday evening, there was a weak movement in his head given that he was in a posture collar, Zac then went back to the top of the stairs as he felt that he should not have been in that wing of the house, since the Summer Ball had finished late Saturday morning and he did not want to upset the Master General by being there. He carried in down the stairs and was soon standing in the hall with Slave 3 behind him in full rubber, a blindfold covering his eyes and the muzzle still locked on, his hands were in fist mitts and locked in leather wrist cuffs and attached to his collar by a short chain, his cock and balls pulled through a cockring in the suit and cock locked into a CB3000, a lead then held by Zac draped over his shoulder and held in his hands folded in front of him as he waited for his meeting with the Master General. He was slowly tapping a booted foot on the ground absentmindedly to a tune in his head.
The Master General soon came down the stairs with his Slave in tow, dressed in rubber chastity shorts and hands cuffed behind his back. He had left Steven on the balcony of their room, he was going to top up his all over tan while he had the chance, having left Slave 1 rubbing him down with suntan lotion, only to be locked to Slave 2 afterwards and their wrists locked to a short chain hanging above them from the wall, leather hoods with blindfolds and bit gags locked on.
“Sorry to keep you waiting!” The Master General said as he stood in front of Zac.
“Don’t worry!” Zac said cheerfully. “I am in your hands today.” He added.
“Shall we?” The Master General said as he gestured to go out through the main doors. “There is something I want to show you, but it is just over an hours drive from here.” He said as they stepped out into the late morning sun. Outside waiting for them was a black minibus with all of the windows blacked out. A Protector walked around and took the leads from the two Masters and placed them into the back of the minibus on the floor, only the front two rows of seats remained as the others had been removed with fixing points on the floor. Slave 3 was chained on his back first and the Master Generals Slave chained on top of him securely.
On the drive out The Master General and Zac caught up with things from the last couple of years as they had not had much time to talk over the weekend
All of a sudden in the middle of nowhere the minibus slowed and turned into a drive way and approached a fairly large house, about the same size as Zac’s.
“This is what I want to show you!” The Master General said excitedly. “It’s the new venture I have just started.” He said as the vehicle came to a halt at the doors to the house. A Protector appeared from nowhere and opened the doo for Zac and the Master General, then went to the back and opened the doors and unlocked the two Slaves and locked leads on them for the two Masters. The Master General lead the way in silence as the front door was opened for them and they entered into a small porch where another door opened for them. This time they entered into a fairly large hall where a Protector sat at a desk just inside, a computer in front of him. The Protector bowed as the Master General entered.
“How are things?” He asked the Protector.
“There are a couple of Masters in, Sir.” He replied. “It has been a steady trade from the start.” He added.
The Master General then looked at Zac. “Let me explain.” He said. “I realised that all of you Masters out there enjoyed using my Slaves in the rooms upstairs at the Summer Balls, so I had the idea of opening up a place where it could happen all year round. Of course the same rules apply about not abusing the Slaves, you will get caught and a punishment still stands, plus membership withdrawn and all privileges that go with my friendship is withdrawn. It has been open for about six weeks now and doing fairly well. The only thing is here you pay a small subscription for a year-to cover the overheads.” He looked at Zac who was looking around him, taking everything in. “The only other difference is that the Slaves here are all fully awake and fully aware of what is happening to them.” Zac looked stunned at the Master General. “In fact the one that was mummified in the glass container in Saturday night was from here. He did about four weeks here and did so well that I brought him back to the Mansion as a reward for good work. All of the Slaves here have been recruited from the street. In fact Jonas was one of the first few Slaves here! Come on I’ll give you the guided tour!” He led Zac around the house starting from the top where a couple of the rooms were occupied with Slaves in restraints but had no Masters with them, a couple though did have Masters with them. He then led Zac down to the basement where there was a more darker, fully equipped dungeon. As the walked around the house they talked, the Master General spoke of his plans for the house. After about an hour they were back in the main entrance hall.
“So what do you think?” The Master General then asked Zac. “I know that it is a totally different business to all of my other businesses.” He said. “This is a bit more of a ‘leisure’ industry but I think that there is a need for it.”
“I don’t know what to say!” Zac said as he looked around the hall again.
Just then a Protector approached the m\aster General and whispered something to him. “Ok, fetch him here.” He said and the Protector was gone. A few seconds later he appeared back again with two other Protectors who had wedges between them in their grasp a Master. The pushed his shoulders down to make him kneel and then put a foot down into the crook of his legs behind his knee and pressed down to stop him from standing.
“I don’t know what to do with you!” The Master General said to the Master, he tried to mutter something but the gag in his mouth stopped him. Just because you pay a fee here, it still dosen’t mean that you can abuse my Slaves!” He said raising his voice slightly. “The same rules apply here as they do at the mansion for the Summer Ball. Look there is signs there as you come in!” He pointed to a poster on the wall.
The Master was still trying to mutter something and was trying to stand up but to no avail. “Also, just because there is not many other Masters here to punish you, don’t mean that you will get away by not being punished!” He said as he turned to look at the first Protector. “How long has the Slave in the main room been on shift?” He asked.
“He has about eight hours left, Sir.”
“OK.” He said then paused for a moment. “Replace him with the Master here and let the Slave recover for the last part of his shift and then his normal twenty-four hours off duty. This one here can finish off the shift.” Then he added. “Then he can do a full twenty-four hour shift straight through-no breaks! Make sure he is totally immobile, full rubber one piece suit I think and total sensory deprivation. The full leather audio hood and make sure that he is fully gagged-unable to make a sound.” He said. “Then you know what to do afterwards and cancel his membership. He won’t abuse a Slave again when all his connections are gone.”
“Yes Sir!” The Protector said as the Master was stood up and led away.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that.” The Master General said s he turned to Zac. The Protectors know what to do anyway, but as I was here…” He trailed of the sentence.
“Not your fault.” Zac replied then he turned to Slave 3 and said. “I’m sure you heard all of that! If you don’t start behaving I will leave you here. You’ll have no choice but to behave then!”
“Let’s get back to the Mansion. I have a proposition for you!” He said, his voice picking up slightly.
Then they walked out of the house and into the heat of the summer sun.
They rode back to the Mansion in silence, and as they drove up the driveway to the Mansion from the main road, Zac asked about the new road off it. “I’ll get to that when we get back to the Mansion.
They were soon standing in the main hall of the Mansion. Then Zac spoke.
“What will happen to that Master back at the house?” He asked. “If you don’t mind me asking?”
“No that’s OK.” The Master General replied. “Once his shift is finished-the full thirty-two hours he will be sedated and then driven out for about a hour to a hour and a half and then dumped into a field somewhere-in the opposite direction to where he lives. He will be stripped and hog tied, but there will be a loose end to the rope just in reach of his mouth so that is he figures it out he can slowly untie himself.” He looked at Zac, “Of course he will be watched to make sure that no harm comes to him and that he gets home Ok and eventually. His belongs and any vehicle will be taken to his home and left there for him.”
“Is that what has happened to the Master from Friday night?”
“Yes.”
They were still standing in the foyer and Zac looked up at the statue in the large recess of the stairs. “Tell me-“ He asked. “Is that what happened to Master Kyle? He was here must be what four or five years ago when he got caught abusing a Slave at a Summer Ball.” He added. “No one seems to have seen or heard from him since then. It’s like he just fell of the face of the earth.
The Master General looked at Zac. And they way that he Looked at Zac made Zac sense that there was more to it. “No.” The Master General then replied. “He’s still here.”
“Where?”
“There.” The Master General just nodded to the statue as he spoke.
“The statue?”
“Yes.” He said. “He’s inside it. Don’t worry he is alive and well!”
“How?”
He is being monitored all of the time, fully probed and feed, there are electrodes inserted into his muscles and every now and then the pulse and exercise him, the case was moulded just bigger than his own build but in the last two years since he has been encased he has now filled it fully.” The Master General pulled out something from his pocket. “With this I can also start an exercise programme when I want tow as well as the preset programmes as well as one or two other features. Just at the press of a button. Watch!” He pressed a button and slowly the eyes opened. “Look he is there!”
Zac stepped forward and looked as closely as he could and was just able to see into the eyes of Kyle. The eyes blinked at the sudden bright light shining through the large open doors in front of him. Then the Master General pressed another button and a random pulse and strength programme started and Zac saw Kyle’s eyes flicker as the programme took effect, not realising that it was a permanent e-stim ring around his cock and balls.
“Why this?” Zac asked. “He must have done more than abuse a Slave that night?”
“He did.” Then added. “We were in a card game the year before and I had the best hand, but I knew that he was cheating. Unfortunately I had bet the custody of my Slave here and of course lost. And being the gentleman that I was handed my Slave over to honour my bet. But I had him watched for the year, he abused my Slave terribly.” He paused as he reached behind him and rubbed the Slave over the shorts, Zac saw the Slave react although he was watching Kyle suffer in the casing, a grin of revenge over his face as he watched Kyle suffer. “So I invited him back the following year and of course he kept true to himself and abused a Slave thinking that he would be able to get way with it. But he was being watched the whole of the time. And all of my plans through the came into play. He was used as a Slave in one of the rooms one year and then he was placed a year later in there where I have been able to watch him since.”
Zac looked at him in astonishment and then back at Kyle as his eyes flickered as the programme was till running at the same time an exercise programme also kicked in.
“Come let us go to my office where we can get down to the business of the day!” The Master General said as he walked away and towards his office.
Once seated in his office, the Master Generals Slave kneeling beside him. Zac sat opposite the Master General with Slave 3 kneeling beside him. A Protector came in and handed Zac a seat of head phones. “What I want to discuss with is fairly private.” He said as he nodded to Slave 3. “My Slave knows about this anyway.” He waited for Zac to put the headphones onto Slave 3 and to start the MP3 player that was attached to them. Then the Master General began. “I have decided to ‘retire’-“
“What?” Zac asked.
“Hang on! I feel it is time that I retire from this and I want you to take over from me.”
“Say that again?” Zac said shaking his head. “I didn’t hear that right-you retiring?”
“Yes and I want you to take over the empire and as Master General.” He paused for a second. “I have thought about this for a long time now. I am getting to old for this and want to spend some time with my Slave.”
“You’re only about ten years or so older than me!”
“Yes. But I have made my mind up. That new road that you asked about is to a new house that is virtually finished and ready for us to move into.” He said as he looked at his Slave. “It is a lot smaller than here-I now have no need for all of this. It is just a smaller version of here with a dungeon for us to play in. I will be taking The Statue with me and a couple of the Protectors and Slave with me.”
He stopped talking and looked at Zac, a stunned expression on his face.
“I want you to take over here and the empire. Steven can also work his business from here as well. And the reason that I took you to the house today was that your house could be turned into another one in the other direction-after all there will not need too much alterations to it.”
He stopped speaking again.
“I know it’s a bolt out of the blue and a lot for you to take in all at once.”
“I don’t know what to say!” Zac replied. “I… I don’t know! It is such a big bombshell to drop on me to say that you are retiring first and then to pass your empire to me!”
He stopped then opened his mouth to speak and then stopped.
“I will understand if you want to talk it over with Steven first.”
Then the thought struck Zac. “Have we been sleeping in your room over the weekend? Is that why you put us in there?”
“Yes deliberately!” The Master General said. “I thought I would give you a taste of what it would be like here. Of course IF you say yes than you don’t have to leave, we can arrange for all of your things to be packed up from your house and brought here.” Then he added. “The other thought I had was about your house, you could open up another playhouse like the first one I took you to earlier-you wouldn’t have to make many alterations to it and it is in the other direction to the first one!” Zac nodded in agreement, but there was still too much now going around his head. “I will still be with you for a short transitional period while I take you around the various businesses and introduce you to all you need to be introduced to.”
Zac was silent-dumbfounded.
“So…What do you think?” The Master General asked. “What is your initial answer?...”




Should Zac say yes?
What should he do?
What would you do?