From Trainer to Trainee - The Masters Ball Part 2

Author: bookworm
Title: From Trainer to Trainee: The Masters Ball Part 2
Date: 21 June 2010

A Slave’s perspective-

What is happening to me?
I feel like I have died and been shocked back to life.
Where am I? I am cold; I am lying on a cold metal table.
The lights are so bright, am I in heaven?
I hear voices, why can’t I seem to focus on anything?
What’s that? There is movement around me, dark shadows; my eyes seem to be adjusting to the light. They are men.
Who are they? They look mutated-too big, too tall, too strong.
Why are they all dressed in different amounts of leather and rubber?
They begin to lift me up and off the cold metal table, as they stand me up my head begins to swim.
Why can’t I walk? I feel so weak. They begin to move and I am taken through a doorway into a darkly lit corridor, there are some closed doors either side of the corridor. Every now and then I feel the cold concrete floor as one of my feet just touched the floor.
Where are they taking me? Where have they taken me from? Am I in a hospital? Have I had an accident? They are taking me up a flight of steps and through a closed door at the top. I am blinded momentarily again as the door is opened and sunlight floods in the dark cavern.
No, not a hospital, I am now going through a corridor of a stately home. I am being carried as I am so weak. There are two of the giant men lifting me by an arm each, and another one in front of us leading the way, I think that he has some things in his hands—but I can’t see what they are.
We have now entered into a big open area, there is a large open double door, I can just see out into a drive- a wall, but the sunlight is too bright and it hurts my eyes-what is that-no it can’t be, a naked man being strapped up onto a wall just to the side of the door-I’m not too sure as the bright light affected my vision and I am still having trouble to focus on things. What is this place?
I am being taken up a wide and large staircase, an ornate staircase. We are soon at the top and turn into another, dimmer corridor.
I am being taken down the corridor and we stop about half way down, There are some faint lighting and there are several doors on each side most are closed but I have passed a couple that are open, I try to look in but as I do another of these giant men walk out and close the door.
We stop, the man leading places what he has been holding and leaves us as. I feel something rubbing at my arse, something cold is being rubbed on. I am then pushed back and I feel something just at my arsehole, something solid and unmoving, I am bent forward and my legs are parted, I am then pushed back and I feel pain as something is pushed into me, but I realise that I am being pushed back against the wall and I feel more pain as my arse is being invaded. I try to call out, I open my mouth but I hear nothing as I weakly try to protest and push away, but I am held against the wall, held here as we are passed by another small group of men, a couple of the giants and another smaller man naked like me being led but I can’t seem to focus on things. I feel as if my strength is coming back, I can feel hands on me and I feel straps being tightened around my ankles and over my legs. A hand is holding me as I feel straps at my wrists and up my arms. I try struggling to free myself as I feel my strength coming back, but it is to no avail. No! Don’t! I try to call out, something is being pulled over my head, I can’t see! I can’t breath! What ever it was is pulled down and then stops, I have small openings in front of my eyes, I can feel hands at the back of my head and I feel it tighten over my head then there is a click. Noise is muffled. I can feel hands again, as something is strapped around my neck and it is tightened too, stopping me from moving my head. I can smell something that I recognise and I realise that the thing that has been pulled over my head is leather.
I look forward as the group pass me, I can see into the eyes of one of them, I try to talk to him-imploring him to help me, he stops for a second and looks into my eyes, but he then moves on with the others. Something is placed over my eyes and then tightness as it is pulled about at the back of my head and I am plunged back into darkness again. I then feel something being placed into my mouth, I struggle with and I gag, my breathing speeds up and I gag again, but it dose not move. Don’t panic! But it is easier said than done. The feeling of sickness begins to subside as I slowly get used to the gag in my mouth-I now realise that it is a gag.
A hand is tugging and squeezing at my balls, the pain is seeping through my body but I can’t do anything about it, I try to call out in pain but nothing sounds. I can now feel something else, something is being placed over the front of me, there is very little room to breathe as it is pressed tightly against me, my cock and balls are pulled through a hole in it, again pain waves through my body-the hole feels too small, Arrgh! I scream out again but it is of now use-only I can hear my own scream! No, don’t do that-I feel a hand at my cock, it is rubbing up and down slowly, I can feel myself getting hard, my breathing quickening, I can hear it rushing in and out of the holes in what ever is over my head. I can feel the tightness around the bas of my cock and my balls, the hand stops but I get harder as the blood dose not flow back, but is trapped in my cock! What is happening to me? I ask again-where am I? Who are these people? What are they doing to me? What do they want from me?
All I remember is going out for the night to a club, I don’t remember drinking much, but I remember picking up a guy-I don’t know his name-for a one night stand, a night of no strings attached sex, then leave and never meet again. But was that a dream, it seems so vivid but I don’t know now if it was real or if it was a dream? Or is this the dream?
I suddenly feel footsteps. How long have I been here? Did I fall asleep?
I can just hear some voices in the distance or are they in front of me? It is hard to know as the hood that I know believe that was pulled over my head is slightly distorting sounds. Slowly the voices build in volume; there is more than one person around me. I suddenly become aware of loud music thumping away somewhere else-I cal barely feel the vibrations.
Oh no! I feel a hand on my cock, it slowly rubs up and down, I feel pain but I also feel excitement as the hand moves up and down. I feel my body try to move but the straps are unforgiving, I feel my muscles slowly expand as the hand begins to rub up and down picking up speed.
The hand moves faster and faster, until I climax and shoot my cum out, but the hand keeps rubbing me up and down, I feel a euphoria that I have not known before and all I can do is shoot out cum, spurt after spurt, it feels like I have not been emptied for some time. I feel the hand slow but not stop but now it begins to hurt as I don’t fully go soft because of the small hole that my cock and balls have been pulled through. Now it is not pleasure! Please stop! Stop! I call out but the hand dose not take any notice, but then it stops, I feel a hand grip my head and it feels like it it being tried to be shaken. I hear a deep voice, something about a good load, but the rest is muffled as other voices came close. The music thumps away in the back ground somewhere and all I can do as stand here, tightly strapped up. I feel the last drains of cum drip from the slit of my cock.
I feel tired and still weak. I hear voices come and go and I feel as if I am fall to sleep again when another hand grips me. I don’t know how long it has been since I was last touched, the mixed emotions of pleasure and then pain still fresh in my head. The hand grips me and again starts to rub me up and down, but this time the pleasure of before has gone as it hurts almost straight away. The hand grips and kneads my balls as my cock is rubbed up and down. I want to cum to get this over and done with but I can’t. The hand rubes faster and faster, then with a jolt I climax again and the hand still keeps going but I feel as if there is nothing there to shoot out. No-please stop! Hear me scream at you-please stop! The pain goes through my cock and balls as the hand slowly stops. Then I hear a voice speak and anther replies then I feel something else at my cock, oh what is-I’m being sucked off now! I can’t do this again so soon! I feel my muscles tense up and even though they are weak, it seems like my body is cramping up. The mouth is pulled sharply away and I feel relief that it has stopped but that relief is short lived as a hand again grips tightly and starts to rubs up and down. I so want to cum now as the hand grips tight and rubs fast and hard. My body tenses and the muscles seem to cramp up and I strain to climax-anything just to stop the pain racking through my body. I try to relax as much as I can to cum, I can feel as if I am about to climax, my breathing fast and I can feel my heart beating fast against my ribcage., Yes! I’ve cum again, but the hand keeps going but not as fast, then I feel the mouth again and the tongue wiping my cock-sucking what cum that is left dribbling out.
Then the mouth is gone, pulled away sharply and I am left alone for a while. I hear voices coming and going. I hear and feel the beat of music somewhere. I think I fell to sleep and suddenly wake with a jolt, my cock is being squeezed again and then again a slow rubbing up and down, the head of it being squeezed together, then the slow rubbing again. It builds up, faster and faster and I feel my cock begin to harden again but not as hard as before. No I can’t cum again! I am hot now, I can feel sweat run down my face under the leather hood and unable to rub it away, I can feel it run into my eyes and can feel it sting. But this pain is taken away from me as the hand rubs and rubs, harder and faster. I can hear shouting, raised voices. “Take him to the Master General!” a deep voice bellows out. “He’s being told now!”
The hand keeps rubbing and I can feel that I am about to climax, a sensation of pleasure and pain. Then as I am about to cum the hand whips away and I feel the roughness of the leather fingerless glove that it is covered in pull my flesh. “I am not going to miss this punishment!” I hear another deep voice. “You will still be here waiting afterwards!”
No! Come back and finish me of! I want to cum now no matter how little it will be! But there is nothing. Then the beat stops, vibrations stop. I hear faintly somewhere cheering-I think, the sound is distorted this hood. But I now feel more the need to piss as my cock softens slightly and from somewhere I feel a hand and can feel something pulled over my cock and balls.
A deep muffled then says as if reading my mind. “Piss, now!” And I try to relax to piss but the more I try to the more I can’t but then I start to flow and I feel it flow more and more and then relief as I finish. Then the cover is pulled of my cock and balls and I then feel a hand at the back of my head and the gag is removed only for a tube to pushed in. “Drink!” The voice says again and I have no choice but to drink.
I and then left alone again, the gag is replaced and all I can hear is a roll of thunder from somewhere.
I think I have fallen to sleep again as I suddenly jolt with the sound of several voices and a closer voice. “I said that you would still be waiting here for me!” It says and a hand grips my cock again and rubs hard and fast again but this time only stops when I cum and I feel as if I am empty, then it stops. I think I have fallen asleep again and into a deep sleep, deep enough that I would not even be aware if I was being wanked again.
I can hear voices again and people moving about.
I don’t know what time it is, if it is still day or now night.
I feel the vibrations of the music have stopped. It is all quiet. But I sense people moving around. And I wait to wake up from this nightmare, from a dream that some people only fantasise about.
Then there is nothing. No movement. No noise.
Time passes but I don’t know if it is a second that has passed or an hour or a day.
I sleep again but it is awkward the way that I have been strapped up. My muscles ache from the wanking that had been done, they are still weak.
Then somewhere again I hear faint noises, voices talking, but none come near to me, they come and go in the distance. Then there is silence which I think is broken by spasms of laughter-I think it is laughter, it goes on and on. Then the voices in the distance, the music starts again, the beat vibrating through the floor and it goes on and on. I feel as if it is sending me into a trance, taking me from a dream state into reality but it dose not tell me which is which.
I am hungry and thirsty, my mouth aches from the gag and my skin around my mouth and chins is sore from my saliva that is constantly dribbling out around the gag. Whatever is in my arse seems to be pulsing, but I don’t know if it is or if it is just my muscles, sore from being kept open and trying to constantly push it out.
I wake and realise the music has stopped. How long ago did it stop? What was that? I feel as if someone is watching me. I try to speak but I can’t. Then the feeling goes, I was being watched, I feel the footsteps fall away. Then I am alone again, left to dwell in my own thoughts.
The gag is removed and I feel a tube being placed into my mouth and a liquid is being poured in, I swallow as quickly as I can as I can feel some off it dribbling down the sides of my aching jaws, I swallow as fast as I can as hunger now seems to be so strong. The flow then stops and the tube is replaced again by the gag to restrict the movement of my aching jaw muscles. The hand moves down to my cock and balls as I feel a tube over my cock and just like before-whenever it was-I’m told by a deep sharp voice to piss. This I do as I realise that I am so desperate to do. Then I am left again.
I am too deep on another world, not aware that someone has walked up to me again until I feel a hand grip my cock. No-not now! Not again! But I feel a different pain as whatever was pressed against my front is pulled away, my balls squeezed together in pain as they are pulled roughly through the small hole. I now feel more awake than I have in a long time and it seems as if my strength is returning as the pain pulses through my body from my balls.
I feel a hand on my left arm, something cold is rubbed onto it, what is going on now, pain! I feel the collar that has kept my head upright taken off, hands at my head as the blindfold is taken off, the hood pulled from my head. The straps are loosened one by one and I fall as the last strap is released but I am caught before I can fall too far. My arse is sore and I feel pain wave through my body again as whatever was in my arse comes out.
I am swiftly walked away-partly walking, partly dragged, partly lifted by the two giants either side of me take me towards the light and I am back at the top of the wide staircase. I look around and I see no one. The man being hung on the wall that I saw whenever that was is gone; the place looks totally different that I can remember. I am dragged down and through another doorway, into another dull, dimly lit corridor, down the steps and through another corridor into another room, a room with a metal table and I bright light over it.
Iam lifted up and placed onto the table, the cold metal sends shivers through my body as my skin is placed against the cold metal. My arm is held down as I feel a needle being pushed into me, I feel strange like I am beginning to swim, my head is spinning, what is going on? What is happening to me… I…. I…feel-

I’m sorry to cut in here; I am a Senior Protector and have had to stop the slave’s account here as he has now been returned to his usual hypnotic state to serve. He will now go about his daily pre-programmed commands, but will equally respond to any other command given to him. He has been lucky as he was allowed to be in an almost conscious state for the longest time over the weekend of the Master Generals Summer Ball. This was to reward him for the good service he gave to the guest Masters, there for their enjoyment by the Master General. Some of the other Slave’s that had been awakened where not quite as lucky and was aware of what was going on around them, hung up around the walls at various places, had flesh coloured e-stim cockrings on them, set to constantly bringing them to the edge of climax, but no further, this from just after they were hung up as decorations until the Ball had completely finished about sis o’clock.. He may be used again like this next year for the Summer Ball, but he could also be rewarded even more by being given the very rare opportunity of being transformed into a Protector, a chance that has only happened a couple of times since I can remember as the Protectors are not normally recruited in this way. Only time will now tell what will happen.