I am a bottom a masochist Part 1-5 of 13

Author: ukrubberpig
Title: I am a bottom, a masochist. Part 1-5 of 13
Date: 15 January 2006

PART 1.

I am a bottom, a masochist. Life is a bit difficult for me because I like those old fashioned leathermen, who dress up in full leather or rubber, who wear caps, the guys for whom leather is more than just a piece of clothes. They get rare, you know. Especially in Amsterdam the bars are crowded with guys in jeans, sometimes armytrousers, with all kind of fashion haircuts. But it is a trend I see everywhere. The real leathermaster is getting rare. But now and then I meet one, and I have a good time then.

A man that takes my tits in his hands, squeezes them a bit, then builds up the pressure, then really tortures them. I try not to make any noises but it hurts!! He is bigger than I am, wearing leather or rubber, and his hands are in gloves. He takes my balls in his hands, and jerks them downwards, he hangs weights on them or he kicks in my balls with his knees or with his boots. His boots! I love those boots. I like them to please my master. He is not satisfied by my efforts and he puts his boot in my face, pushing my head on the floor. I wait, while I feel the pressure of his soles on my face. My nose hurts. For minutes he keeps me that way, then he allows me to try again. Diligently I lick his boots again, this time he is more pleased, he even allows me to come higher, to lick his crotch. He takes his dick out of his trousers and teases me. It is near my mouth, I can't wait to take it in my mouth and suck it, but he doesn't let me. Finally he lets me lick his balls, while his heavy dick is resting in my face. Then he orders me to take just a little piece of that dick in my mouth. I obey and I immediately feel a stream of piss coming into my mouth. It has a strong taste, he hasn't been drinking much. Never mind, I drink it, I want to please my master. When the stream ends he puts his dick in his pants, leaving me on my knees, longing for it. But I haven't yet suffered enough to deserve that. I have to know that I am his slave. He kicks me, I fall on my back and he kicks me in my crotch with his boots, and again, and again. The pain is terrible, my dick is raging hard. He tells me to turn around, and as I lie on my stomach I feel his boots kicking me in my sides. He takes my hands, brings them above my body, and ties them together with handcuffs. His boots return on my back, he stands on me, with his full weight he is standing on me. My lungs are pressed together, breathing is hard. Then he walks away, leaving me there, cuffed.

I stand up. I know that he will come back, otherwise he wouldn't have left his cuffs on me. I stand there, with my cuffed hands in front of me. Other guys in the darkroom see me, and look at me. They seem to be amused but also a bit envious. The period that I felt ashamed in a position like this is over for years already. I hear my Master coming from the stairs again. I recognize the sounds of his heavy boots. If I were a dog I would wiggle my tail, I guess. He can see in my eyes that I am happy to see him back. He walks up to me, squeezes my tits again. God, that's delicious. Then he takes me with him, I have to walk in front of him, up the stairs. In the bar people look at my cuffed hands. In an mirror I see that my face is dirty, the dirt from his soles is very obviously visible. He brings me to the door and tells me to wait for me. He asks me where my bill is, and he takes it out of my pocket. He pays for the drinks I had earlier that evening. Then he takes me with him. Now I have to walk behind him. People at the street laugh at me. I notice that I have some shame left, I am blushing. My master walks up to a big car of which he opens the trunk. He lets me enter, and I hear a loud bang, then there's complete darkness. Darkness for a long time!

PART 2.

I have the feeling that I have done something stupid. Here I am in the trunk of a car, not knowing where I am going, not even knowing the name of the man who is taking me with him. I am not really in a comfortable position either. The cuffs around my wrists are pretty tight and they start to hurt. I feel some equipment, necesarry for changing tires, pushing in my back. And after a while I feel that we are driving on a road with a very rough surface. Then the car stops. I don't know how long we have been driving already. When the man opens the trunk I see trees. We are in the middle of a forest, no lights except the moon and the stars. He wants me to get out of the car. He puts me against a tree, and then stands in front of me, about a metre away from where I am. I can smell his leathers. "I need to be sure that you really want to go with me." he says. I nod assent. "Yes Sir, please take me with you." I say, without remembering the hesitation I felt when I was in the trunk of the car. "Well, that's what we're talking about now. I only want to take you with me on my conditions. I want you to listen carefully, and if I say something you don't agree with you must say so now. It's your last chance, you see. I am not going to spend time bringing you home without having had my pleasure." He walks up to me, opens my jacket, unbuttons my shirt, starts playing with my nipples. Not rough, not too tender, enough to make me incredibly horny. He kisses me for about 10 seconds. The he looks at me. "I like you." he says. "I want you to be my slave, completely, for at least 24 hours. You're willing to offer me that time, boy?" I answer without any hesitation. "Yes Sir!"- "Even longer, boy?" -"Yes Sir!" -"When do you need to be back home, boy" I find it difficult to think about my normal daily life, about work and the obligations I have. "I need to work on monday, Sir." "So you need to be home mondaymorning, six o' clock." he decides. "Okay. That's settled. Listen, these are my rules. You are my slave, but I am going to share you with friends. You don't need to know my name, you won't know where you are. You will be blinded until mondaymorning. You will get enough to eat, enough sleep. I will torture you but not cause permanent damage. I will respect your limits and try to expand them. Some things I only do when you beg for it, only when you really want to give yourself completely. I like bald slaves, but I'll only shave your head if you beg for it. You'll experience real fulfilment if you give yourself completely. Safe sex is self-evident. No shit. No drugs. I want you to feel everything I do with a clear head. Is that clear?" I nod again. "Yes Sir. Please take me with you Sir!!" He kisses me again, then kicks me in my balls with his knee really hard. This was unexpected. I try not to scream. "Sure?" he asks me. I sigh but yes, I'm sure. He opens his leather trousers, his dick comes out and he says "On your knees. Drink!" I sit down on the floor. I take this incredible dick in my mouth. It's big and it tastes wonderful. The smell of leather surrounds me. I hold my mouth still around his dick, waiting for his piss to come. When it starts I swallow and swallow, it's so much, I don't want to spill one single drop. It's pretty strong, he has not been drinking a lot tonight. When the flow stops, I feel his dick getting hard. I suck it encouragingly, but he kicks me away. "Have a look at this dick, because you won't see it again this weekend." he says, when I lay on the ground on my back. He puts his boot on my chest, and looks me straight in the eyes while he closes his zipper. "Stand up!" he says. Not easy with your hands cuffed. From out of his pocket he takes a roll of black adhesive tape. He rips some pieces of and sticks them on my leather jacket. Then he pushes me against the tree, his knee in my crotch. "Goodbye boy!" he says, it sounds threatening. Then he puts the black tape on my eyes. He does it carefully, several pieces on every eye, thus making everything black for me. For a moment I feel panic, then I feel his hands caressing my chest, his mouth on my nipple. A reassuring kiss on my mouth, longer than the last one. This is good. I am confident now. I feel how he opens the cuff around my left wrist. Then he turns me around and closes it again, so that my hands are now tied behind my back. He checks the other cuff, notices that it is a bit to tight and readjusts it. Then he leads me back to the car. The surrounding of the luggagespace is almost reassuring.

It's a long drive. An hour? Half an hour? I don't know. I have lost all feeling of time. I hear him talking to someone. Mobile phone I suppose. Obviously he wants people to know that he is taking someone with him. I can't hear what he is saying. He is laughing, he sounds very relaxed. I feel that we are driving quite fast for a while. Then the car slows down. Curves, turning of the car, a long straight road, then the sounds of a gravel-road under the tires of the car. I get the impression that we enter a garage. Then the engine is switched off. He leaves the car, I hear him. He doesn't open the trunk, he leaves me behind. I sigh. I am longing for him. I want to serve him, suffer for him, but not this way. Not by being lying in the trunk of a car. But then I hear footsteps, the car is being opened, I feel hands helping me out of the car. Not my Master's hands. Firm hands however. Two men bring me inside the house. I have to ascend the stairs, we walk through a long corridor, then we descend another stairs. Now we are in a very warm room. The smell of leather is strong. I feel how one of the guys takes my wallet and my keys from my pocket. I know that protest is useless. In complete silence the two men open my cuffs, and then start undress me. My boots first, my trousers, my jacket, my shirt. When I am naked I feel how they put a hood over my face. I get a straightjacket on, the belts very tight around my body. They put me on the floor. I feel that the floor is covered with rubber. My legs are being spread and cuffed. There is a bar between my legs, keeping them apart. Then they leave. There is silence in the room, complete silence. I wait, and wait. I feel that I am tired, and I feel happy. This is what I want, being a slave, waiting for his Master. I relax, and slowly, very slowly I am drifting away. Sleep surrounds me.

I have no idea how long I have been sleeping, but my Master doesn't wake me up gently. I feel a sharp pain as he kicks me in my balls with his boots. I feel how he attaches something to the bar between my feet, and how he is adding more belts around my ankles. Then I feel how I am being lifted in the air. Blood is flowing to my head. I am totally powerless. He takes my balls in his hand, plays with them, squeezes them, rolls them in his hands, then he beats me on my balls, very hard. I moan. "Shut up." he says. "I want silence as much as possible. I only want to hear you if you can't stand it anymore!" Again his hands slap on my balls. I clench my teeth, and sigh but I remain silent. He starts to wrap something around my balls. A leather shoestring I think. The pressure is being build up. He also ties up my dick. It is so tight that the muscles of my legs are being drawn on as well. With a whip he starts beating my dick. Slowly, softly first. Although it is not hurting yet it is incredibly threatening, because I know he won't stop while it is still a pleasant feeling. I am right of course. The pain is getting worse, he also beats my balls, and it is getting rougher and rougher. Then I feel his whip really hitting me hard. I shout, I scream and I feel how he reacts. The whipping gets less intense but it doesn't stop. And again he builds up the force of the blows. I try not to scream, but I can't help myself. And again he slows down. For quite some time this goes on, until I realize what he is doing. Everytime he reaches my limits, he slows down, but not as much as the last time, and after what I think must have been 10 minutes he beats my balls and my dick really hard and I can handle it! I moan, I suffer but I can handle it. It makes me feel good. And when he again reaches my limit I scream again, but now I scream "Yes Sir!!" and he goes on, I shout and shout and when he finally stops I feel how the skin of my dick and my balls are red and bruised. He brings my body back to the floor. My dick is hard like stone.

He starts playing with my nipples. I feel that there are holes in the straightjacket, through which he can grab my nipples. I feel how he puts titclamps on them. They are not very painful. Then I feel how he is playing with my hard dick. I feel that I am close to shooting. "I want to cum, Sir!" I say. "Try it." he says. And he plays with my dick, and I feel the pressure in my balls building up. My dick is burning. Then he stops playing with my dick. I sigh. I feel how the urge to cum is disappearing, and he takes it in his hand again. And builds the feeling up again. And takes his hand away. This goes on and on. He only touches my dick with two fingers. I am getting desperate. I want to cum. I WANT TO SHOOT MY CUM!!! He doesn't let me. For more than 15 minutes now he keeps me on the point of almost cumming. It is maddening. I try to move my body, but I feel how restraint I am. I want to cry, I want to shout, but I know I have to be silent. Now I start longing for him. If he won't let me cum, for God's sake let him touch me, let him embrace me! But he doesn't move, he just plays with my dick, with two fingers, making me crazy. I can't help moaning. "What?" he says. "I want to cum, Sir!" I say. "I know, slave. I don't want you to." And he plays on. I try to move my body towards him. Closer to him. I feel his leg touching me. But he moves away. "Please touch me, Sir!" I gasp. "I am touching you, slave." I hear him saying. "Hold me Sir!" I beg. Silence. "Sir!" I cry. Silence again. Then he speaks. "I will let you cum when you beg me to shave your head, boy."

It wouldn't even be much hair I'd had to offer. I have a crop no.1. But no, I couldn't do it. What would my colleagues say? My boss? My friends? My parents? How would I explain? That this was nowadays fashion? Or the truth? "Mom, my Master shaved it off". Jesus no. I remained silent. I heard him sigh. "So you won't give yourself to me completely, boy?" he says, and I feel those fingers moving on my dick. "Everything Sir, but not that!" I say. "Beat me, Sir, kick me, pierce me if you want, but not my hair, Sir." I almost cry now. He remains silent for a long time, then he says those same words again: "I will let you cum when you beg me to shave your head, boy." Part 3.

I didn't, I can't beg him to do that. And so he won't let me shoot my cum. Instead he decides it is time for me to get some sleep. The hood is removed from my head, but still I can't see anything because of the tape over my eyes. I feel strangely disconnected from the world, the darkness is good. Nothing to see that distracts me, nothing to make me scared. It surprises me, I had expected that the darkness would actually make me afraid. It is one of his helpers that gets me out of my straightjacket. A big collar is being put around my neck, leather cuffs around my wrists, which then are connected to the collar. Then the man, I don't know who he was, brings me to another room. He helps me into a leather harnass, a cockring around my dick, leather belts over my body, really tight. I don't understand why that is until he pushes me down on a matrass on the floor. He connects the harnass to some chains, I hear the sound of rattling metal. When he's finished, I can lie quite relaxed, but it is impossible for me to touch my cock and even turning around and fucking the matrass to relieve myself, rubbing my dick against the cotton is impossible. No way I will be able to shoot my semen . My Master won't let me. The man puts a sheet over me and then leaves me. I am tired, I feel my body ache. The matrass heavily smells like piss. The sheet over my body must have been drenched in piss, so strong is the smell. I fantasy about my Master's piss and the smell doesn't disturb me. I try to relax. After a couple of minutes I realize that I am not alone in that room. I hear someone breathing. Someone is watching over me. I am to tired to say something, I fall asleep, in a very, very deep sleep.

I wake up because I have to piss. Urgently. I don't have any idea what time it is. Suddenly the darkness is not soothing anymore. Is is day or night? How long have I been here? "I need to piss!" I say. No reaction. "Hey!" I shout. "I need to piss!" No reply. I can hear someone breathing but I don't get any reaction whatsoever. Somehow I start to understand why the matrass and the sheet smelled so strong. I almost can't stop myself from wetting the bed. I try again. "Please, help me, I need to piss badly" I say. I hear someone standing up. I sigh with relief, but the guy doesn't help me. On the contrary, he makes it worse. I feel him kneeling down over me, pushing his dick in my mouth, and then he starts to piss. Strong piss, and he tells me to swallow. God, this only makes it worse, even more fluid in that body of mine. And while I swallow, trying to do as I am told, I can't stop myself. I feel my piss flowing over my body, on the matrass, between my legs. When he's finished, he stands up and leavest me again. Shit, the whole bed's wet. And my prick is hard!

"So you can't even hold up your piss, dogslave?" I hear my Master's voice. His boot kicks me, the sheet is being pulled away. "What kind of a guy are you? A baby?" he says, kicking me again. "Well, we've got a solution for that, boy. You won't wet the bed again, don't worry." He kneels down, I feel his leather trousers against my naked body. "Breakfast, boy." he says and puts a string in my mouth. I suck and taste some sweet high energy diet drink. I finish it quickly, I am quite hungry. Then he releases the chains and takes my by my collar, drawing me onto my feet. I am standing before him, a bit dizzy. That smell of leather again. "Time to wake you up a bit, boy." he says, and leads me to another room. My hands are released from the collar, and now connected to a hook that obviously is connected to the ceiling. He ties me legs apart from each other, it is very uncomfortable. Then he starts beating me with a belt. Heavily. It hurts badly. I try not to scream. I can't help myself however. "You want to suffer for me, boy?" "Yes Sir." I reply. "Okay." he says, "Good boy." Then he speaks to someone else. "Help him." And the beating starts again. It's bad, over my arse and my back. But then I feel someone's hands on my face, a tongue pushing itself in my mouth, silencing me when I try to scream, kissing me ferociously. The hands are in rubber gloves. It is not just violence, it is tenderness, rough love, pain, it is so much. Again I desperately want to cum. I try to push my dick against the body of the man who is kissing me. "Stop that!" my Master says. "You know what to do if you want that!" I sigh, and a severe blow on my back makes me realize that I am absolutely powerless.

They bring me to a table. It is covered with leather, and they start tying me up. Ropes, belts, it is a very complicated network being created around me, and it takes them a long time, but slowly I feel that it is getting more difficult to move. Even my hands get attention, I have to put my fingers in some leather gloves, with the fingers connected to eachother. When they are finished, I can't move anymore. I can breathe, but that's all. My head is tied up in a kind of horsebit, belts around my head, connected to the table, I can't even turn my head a bit. As powerless as this I haven't been before. I get a headphone on my head. I hear music. Loud music, very strange music. It is hypnotizing me. It's electronic music, and I am completely disconnected form the world. I can't see anything and I just hear this music, nothing else. I don't know if anyone is in the room, I wait for someone to touch me. Nothing happens for a while. How long? I don't know, I think it must be half an hour. I feel how a string is being put in my mouth, I can drink some water. Then loneliness again. The music is the same all the time, gloomy deep notes, a slow drum, deep almost black basslines. the next thing I feel is someone touching my dick, making it hard. I feel how titclamps are being put on my nipples. They are pretty mean. The hand is moving over my dick. Then a voice on the tape starts talking, whispering. "slaveboy." it says. "slaveboy, slaveboy, slaveboy...." and then "give yourself...give yourself to your Master". Endlessly this message. The music goes on, and the voice keeps talking. And the hand goes on stroking my dick, making it hard. But everytime I feel that I almost need to cum it stops, and I start to feel really desperate again. I try to ask for mercy but the bit in my mouth makes it hard to speak. Nothing changes. I scream, I shout, the music goes on, the hand goes on, and the voice says "slaveboy, slaveboy...." and I know that I have to give up my resistance. I really want to give myself completely. I really want him to take me as his slave, to fuck me, to beat me, caress me, own me.......I want him to shave my head and I want people to see that I am owned by him. And I try to tell him so, I beg him: "Shave me, Sir!" I don't know if he can understand what I say, obviously nothing changes, the music goes on, the hand goes on, and I scream "Shave me, Sir, please, shave me!" I'm desperate, but then I feel how I almost cum again, and this time his hand doesn't stop, it goes on, and on, and then he takes my balls in his hand and squeezes them really roughly, and the pain is what I need. When I shoot I scream my lungs out of my life, and GOD; I'm so happy......

The music stops. Silence, I breath heavily and slowly I return to earth. I still can't move but I can hear him. I feel stupid now. I don't want to loose my hair, but I sold it, there's no way back now. "I will, boy, I will shave you. But first I'll give you some rest. There's something that needs to be done first. I don't want you to wet your bed again, boy." I hear the sound of packages being opened, plastics. I feel how he cleans my dick with something which must be alcohol. Afterwards it feels cold. More sounds, and then he takes my dick, and I feel how he pushes something in the pisshole, a tube. "It's me who decides when you piss, slave, it's me who decides if you piss. Now I have complete control over your dick and your bladder, boy. " The whole procedure takes about four minutes, but the feeling of the tube being shoved into my dick is incredible, it's such a fantastic feeling. It makes me horny again. This is what I want, to be held prisoner, someone who takes over even the most basic functions of my body. "Feels good, kid?" he asks and I say "Yes Sir!" which sounds like "whewhah". He laughs. "I am going to take even more control of you boy." he says. "I will control your piss, your shit, your appetite, even your breathing. You realize that, don't you? You can breath because I allow you to, slave!" I feel how he puts his hand over my mouth and how his other hand closes the holes of my nose. It feels good. His hands are warm, and I feel safe, even when my body starts longing for air. Even when my body starts to struggle. I know I can trust him, I know he won't let me die and I enjoy the struggle for air. When he finally lets me breath I am greatful. I am longing for him to hold me, to take me in his arms. He doesn't do that. He just stands there. I hear his breathing. He takes the clamps off my nipples and leaves me alone. I sigh, I know I have to wait for him, for my Master.

Part 4

I have lost all sense of time now. I don't know if it is morning or evening. The continuous darkness I live in makes that I loose track of time. But I feel how the tape on my eyes is about to fall off. It doesn't stick as much as it did. Obviously I am not the only one who has noticed that. Someone, not my master but another man is standing next to me. The man tells me "I am going to change the tape. You keep your eyes shut or I will beat the shit out of you in a way you won't like". He's got a cold voice. It frightens me. I know it is better to keep my eyes closed. When he removes the tape it hurts. I feel the warmth of a very strong lamp shining in my face, even if I opened my eyes I would not see anything. Quickly new tape was stuck on my eyes. Darkness returned. Silence again.

"Time for a shave, boy." I hear my Master's voice. I am happy to hear him. I long for him. He starts to untie me. It is good to be able to move again, but he won't let me move for long. Because as soon as I stand on me feet he forces my head down. I have to kneel and I feel that I am being locked into a pillary with my hands and my neck. A hairclipper is being switched on. I feel how he shaves my head. I know I make him happy, and I get hard. "You like it, buddy?" he says. "You like to serve your Master?" I can't deny it that it is an incredible hot feeling to be shaved by the man who has control over me. "Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir!" He strokes my head. "I want you like that from now on, boy. When you are at home you shave your head for me, every day. I might come and get you for a session and when you are not bald I'll dismiss you as my slave." he says. I say nothing. "Understood, slave?" "Yes Sir!" I say. It is frightening to notice that I feel pretty dependant on him. The idea of not being able to serve him is really bad. I realize that I wíll shave myself. He wets my head, and now starts to really shave me, and he takes the time for it. After 15 minutes I am completely bald. His hand goes over my head. I love that. He is standing in front of me, I smell the leather, I try to get my mouth and nose closer to his crotch and he lets me. I lick the leather of his crotch, it tastes so good.

"Listen, boy. You want to serve me, don't you?" I nod. "Yes sir". "Okay, boy, tonight we have a party here, and you will be there as well." "Thank you, Sir!" "You'll be the toilet, boy, you'll drink the piss of my guests without complaining and if someone wants to play with you, you will let them. I want my guests to be happy, and I want you to serve them just as well as you serve me. I will keep an eye on you, buddy, but you are going to be a slave to quite some other people too, tonight. So now it's time for a good rest. I give you something to eat, then I let you shit and then you go to sleep until I come and get you." He gets me out of the pillary and brings me to the room with the matrass. I recognize the smell of the room. I get a fluid meal, and I sit on a toilet that is obviously in the same room, it must be some kind of cell. After shitting he washes me. Like a baby i stand there while he washes my arse. I feel how the tube of the catheter is dangling between my legs. Then he puts a collar around my neck, a very big collar, it is hard for me to breath. My hands are being tied behind my back with leather collars, and he puts me in bed without saying a word. I am being left alone. The whole idea of serving other men without seeing them and knowing who they are is exciting but I also feel that the thing I want most is being with Him, serving Him. I get a hardon again. I need to sleep, I know it is going to be a long, long evening for me. Although I am excited and although I find it not easy to breath I fall asleep.

"Come on boy, time to get to work." my Master calls, as he comes into the cell. He kicks me in my crotch. "Stand up!" he says. I try to but I find it hard, without hands and without seeing anything. "Come on boy, don't let me wait!" he says. With quite an effort I succeed in getting on my legs. I feel how he embraces me. I feel his leathers all around me, I feel his tongue kissing me. "You're working hard for me, boy. That's good." he whispers as he cuddles me. I feel so happy, so proud that I am able to please my Master. Then I feel how he puts a hood over my face. It is a leather hood and it has got a gag in it, an open hole. Someone can stick his dick in it and piss in my mouth. I know it is going to be difficult to swallow because I can't completely close my mouth. It is a horny feeling how the leather tightens around my face when he closes the hood with leather strings. With the hood over my face and the collar still around my neck I have to walk with him. We ascend the stairs and when we come upstairs I hear music. He brings me to what seems to be the bathroom. The tiles are cold under my feet. He tells me to sit down on the floor. It is cold and bloody uncomfortable. My hands are being tied to my collar now, which he attaches to a short chain. The chain is connected to a pipe. He ties my feet, it is the iron bar that keeps my legs apart. When he is finished he says nothing. It is silent apart from the music I hear. Then suddenly I feel how he kicks me in my balls. Jesus! And again he kicks me. He puts his foot on my dick and pushes hard. It feels so good, this pain he is causing me. "You realize how unprotected your crotch is, boy?" he says. "You'll feel a lot of feet tonight, boy." I can't answer because of the gag, I try to nod. "You like that, don't you, boy?" he says. "You realize that's where you belong, on the floor of the toilet, under other men's feet, ready to drink their piss..." He is closer to be now, I feel his arm around my shoulder, his gloved hands on my tits. I press myself against him. "Just realize I am here, boy, I keep an eye on you. You trust me, don't you?" I nod again. "Good boy" he says, and plays a bit with my nipples. It makes me hot. Then I hear a bell, and he walks away.

The party begins. I hear how people walk up and down on the corridor. I hear people laughing and talking. Just men. I hear how someone comes into the toiletroon where I am. He doesn't use me, he prefers the toilet. I hear how his piss streams. I now realize that I have to piss myself. The amount of piss in my bladder must be huge, my Master hasn't released any of it for hours, and the catheter is locked. I can't touch it myself. Two men come in. I hear how they start having sex with each other. One of the guys obviously hurts the other. The victim makes soft noises, he enjoys himself. I hear that they are wearing rubber and I can smell it. The noises make me horny, I get hard, but the guys completely ignore me. More men come in. I feel two legs pressing against my body, I taste a dick that is coming into my mouth through the hole in my gag. Strong piss, it is still early in the evening, the men have not had much beer yet. Another man starts pissing all over me, not in my mouth. This is causing a problem for me, because it makes the floor slippery. I feel how it is harder to stay sitting, since I slide over the floor with my arse. More dick in my mouth. This man is wearing chaps, I smell the sweath in his crotch. He plays with my nipples when his piss is streaming out of his dick. I get really hard. He plays with my dick, I think he likes the catheter, he feels that I have to piss and he puts his foot on my bladder and pushes. It hurts, I moan. He walks away. Again someone who pisses all over me. Then I hear two men approaching. One of them tells the other one to kneel down. I feel how the Topman takes my dick in his hand and makes it hard. He plays with my catheter. I feel how he opens it and my piss is being released. But I don't feel any fluid. "Swallow!" I hear the Topman say. The other guy is forced to drink my piss out of my catheter. God, what a relief! But he doesn't empty my bladder completely, and he takes his slave with him again. Time flies, I must be here for quite a while already. I hear footsteps and I know it is my Master. He walks up to me, kicks me, (which is his normal way of greeting me by now) pushes his incredible and delicious dick in the gag and pisses. I try to lick his dick, let him feel that I am happy that he's here. He gets harder, and he leaves his dick in my mouth for a while. I love it, I just love it. Then he withdraws, and I hear him walking away. More men pissing over me or in my mouth. Some taste salty, some watery and some a bit sweet. I smell a lot of leather, sometimes rubber. I now really have trouble to keep sitting. A guy comes up to me. A rubberman, I feel. He is wearing waders. He sits down on me, I feel how I can't do anything but letting myself slide on the floor. The chain on the collar is very tense, I feel how the collar hurts around my neck. The guy starts playing with me, with my nipples, and my balls. He squeezes my balls really hard. He puts his hand over the gag, thus making breathing almost impossible. The darkness changes, I start to see all kind of colours now! His hand is there for almost a minute, and when I start to panic he removes it. I gratefully take the air I so desperately need. Suddenly I have the feeling that breathing is easy, despite the collar. The guy stands up. I hear how he removes his boots. A wet foot on my stomach. He empties his waders over me. Many men must have pissed in his boots, an incredible stench surrounds me. The hood I am wearing is soaked. The smell of piss and sweath. Two other men approach me. One of them pisses in my mouth, then they start to torture me, one of them is taking my nipples in his hand, torturing them with his hands and his nails, the other one is putting a leather string around my balls, and starts pulling my balls down. A third one joins them, he kicks me. I feel more piss floating over my body. Hands everywhere, pain all over. I can hardly handle it. I scream, I try to move away from the hands who torture my tits, thus making it even worse. I scream again, this is getting too much. Then I smell his leather. He is here, he is watching how I suffer. I decide to take it. I want to show him that I can do it if he wants me to. I do scream now and then, when I feel a boot kicking me full in my balls, I feel so humiliated when the next man pushes his dick into my mouth without any compassion, but I swallow the guy's piss, I take it all. His being there helps me to cope with the pain. When someone kicks me in my ribs, he stops the guy. "Stop that!" I hear him say. "You could break his ribs!" he walks up to me, takes me in his arms and sends all the other guys away, he holds me, doesn't say anything and I am glad he can't see that I am crying, tears of joy because he is with me. He opens the catheter again to release some more piss, he licks my tortured nipples, squeezes my balls just as hard as the other guy did, and tells me that he wants me to come while he kicks me. "I want you to come because it makes you so bloody horny to be there down on the floor for me...." he says and he starts kicking. His boots in my crotch, in my face, on my neck, on my hands. He is standing on me, his whole body weighing heavily on my abused body. He kicks me again, in my stomach, hard enough to hurt but he knows what he is doing. His soles on my nipples, on my dick. "Come on, boy, shoot for me!" he says, and I do it. I feel how the cum shoots out of my dick, over my body, over his boots. I shout, I pant, I want to thank him but I can't talk. I am completely exhausted. I feel his dick in my mouth, I start playing with it and again I taste his piss. I swallow it all. I try to make him cum in my mouth, but he withdraws. "You won't get that until you are my slave for a longer time, boy", he says. I notice how it is getting quieter. People are leaving. He leaves me in the toilet. Some guys come in for a last piss. Most of them use me. Then silence, the music stops. He comes in, releases the chain from the pipe on the wall and takes me with him. We descend the stairs. He releases my hands. I am being lied on the matrass again. Hands tied behind my back again. Collar still there. "You better take some sleep, boy. The weekend is almost over." he says. I hear him walking up the stairs. I hear how another man comes into the cell and sits or lies down. My master won't leave me alone in a cell tied up. Someone needs to watch over me. I feel safe being his slave. He looks after me as no one has ever done. I fall asleep and I am happy.

Part 5

"The weekend is almost over, boy", my Master tells me, when he comes into the cell where I am waking up from a deep and happy sleep. "We need to talk." I listen to him carefully. Again the room is filled with the smell of his leaather. He excites me so much. As I am tied up I can't sit up. I feel how he is kneeling down. He is sitting on me, plays with my tits, sqeezing them, not very seriously. My dick gets hard. "You like that, buddy?" he asks. "Yes Sir!" I say. "You've been a good slave to me, boy." he says. "I want you to be my slave more permanently. Do you want that?" I sigh. This is a kind of confrontation I don't want. Yes, I want to be his slave, I don't want to miss this sex, and I want to serve this man. No, I don't want to give up my life, my job, my friends and the rest of my life. He sees my hesitation. He obviously understands what I think. "It doesn't have to be like that, you know. You could live your life, and still be my slave. You go to work, you meet friends now and then, but you don't do some things I don't want you to do, and you do some things I want you to do. I have you here now and then, I might pop up in your life and ask you to serve me, and I might even very occasionally embarras you. This is an invitation, you can say yes or no, but I'll only ask it once. And when you say yes, I want you to promise that it 'll be a yes for at least three months. After that you can sign up for a longer time if you and I both want that. " His hands on my nipples squeeze harder. Now it starts to hurt. I moan. "You love the pain, you'll miss it, and I can give it to you. I can learn you to endure even more than you can already." I can't help it. I get very hard by the idea of being a slave in normal life as well. Being owned by someone! Something I have dreamt about so often. He turns me on my stomach and I feel how he unties my hands. He gives me something in my right hand. Still blinded I feel what it is. It is a set of keys. My own keys, from my house. Then he gives me something in my other hand. Keys again. My keys. An extra set. "I want a set of keys of your home, boy. I want control over your life, there is no way you can leave me outside." I feel confused. The fantasy is suddenly becoming real. It frightens me. I hardly know the guy. I don't know his name, I don't even know where I am right now. Still, I trust him. I nod my head. "I accept, Sir." I say. I feel my heart racing in my chest. This is an important decision. His hands feel so good on my body.

"Time for our goodbye sex, boy." he says. "You'll be home in a couple of hours." He helps me on my feet, I feel a bit dizzy. The walk to the room I have been in so often this weekend. Again he ties me up. Against the wall, this time. Belts around my waist, my arms, spreadeagled against the wall. "I want you to suffer for me, and you'll feel this for a couple of days. Tell me you want to suffer for me, keep on telling me that." he says. And WHACK, I feel a blow on my back. What is it? A belt? A whip? I don't know, it feels quite heavy and it hurts. Another blow, another one, and I start talking. "Yes Sir, thank you Sir, I want to suffer for you Sir." It doesn't feel that serious yet, but I feel frightened. I know it will get much harder. I lose my hardon. More blows, he now starts to beat me continuously, thank God not at the same spots all the time. But now that the blows fall on my back quicker, the skin has no time to recover, and the pain starts to get bad. It gets harder for me to say that I want this. I get silent, I let him blow me, I bite on my lips, try not to scream, he just goes on beating me. Then he stops. Silence. "I like that, slave. You suffer for me, you realize that?" "Yes sir!", I manage to say. "You want more?" he says. "No Sir, please not." "You make me happy when you suffer." he says. "You do it for me, and I think you can make me even happier." He strikes the belt against my back. I shiver. I am afraid for more pain. "I go on." he says. "I know you can handle more. Think about how happy you make me, boy". He says and he starts beating again. I hear how he grunts, he's happy and it hurts so much. I scream now. "That's it, boy, suffer for me!" he says. The beating goes on. I hear how he encourages me. I cry now. Tears come out of my eyes, but somehow the pain gets managable. I find my voice back and I say "Thank you, Sir". He likes that. He stops beating me, he stands behind me, he embraces me. His leathers seem to cool down the heat in my back. It is strange, how I feel. Weak, lost, insecure but full of love for the man who just beat my back so hard that i am sure it is full of bruises.

He brings me back to my cell. "I've decided to let my other slaves play with you a bit." he says, and a hood is being put over my face. It has got a gag on the inside. I can't speak anymore. "No need for you to talk with them, boy" he says. I get the straightjacket on. I am happy about that. At least my back is protected now. I feel safe when he ties me up in the straightjacket. The tighter it feels, the better. He leaves the room and then I feel hands on me. Hands I don't know yet. Many hands, it seems. Four, six? My nipples being squeezed, through the holes in the straightjacket, really hard. It is real torture what i feel. Hands playing with my balls, stretching them out really hard. I feel pressure in my belly. It takes me some time to realize that someone is forcing water into my bladder through the catheter. After that is locked, the water can't flow out. I feel like I burst, and it makes me horny at the same time. Boots on my body, someone standing on me. The weight is enormous, and when his boots build up pressure on my bladder I make strange moaning noises. I realize that my masters slaves are quite sadistic chaps as well. Piss is floating over my body. This goes on for a long time. Fingers in my arse, lubricant being inserted, then a small vibrator in my arse, which feels bloody good, but then they jerk me off, I shoot my cum over my own body but after that they do not remove the vibrator, and suddenly it doesn't feel good at all. I want it out, but there is no way I can do that, nor can I ask them. After a couple of minutes I get horny again. A mouth on my dick, licking around the catheter, then finally they let the water flow out, slowly, very slowly, hardly noticable. I feel some relief. They play with me for more than a hour, then they leave me there, vibrator and titclamps on, wet from piss and cum, and completely exhausted. Of course I can't sleep. My dick is hard, but it feels painful.Then I feel how the vibrator slips out of my arse, and although I hear the sound of it, despite the titclamps that really hurt, I fall asleep again, and this time it is a worried sleep, I feel unsecure about what I promised, not sure wether I can make my master happy and not at all happy that I have to serve this bunch of guys too. They've been pretty mean to me, it feels like they have been waiting for a long time for the opportunity to torture someone, and I was their prey.

Some hours later I wake up and I feel how my catheter is being removed. I smell his leathers, I know he is back in the cell with me. He doesn't release me, but he gets me on my feet. Being dressed in only the straightjacket I walk through the house, guided by my master. I am being brought to a van. Before I get into the back of the van he releases me, and I am naked. Standing before him, he embraces me, and kisses me. I love that, I clinch myself to him. My naked body shivers when I feel his leather against my naked skin. "I'll see you soon." he says, and then he pushes me into the van, and says: "Get dressed, you". The I hear a loud bang, and the door of the van closes. I feel my clothes on the floor of the van. I remove the tape from my eyes. It is very dark in the van, but my eyes easily get used to the darkness. I get into my clothes, they feel strange, like I don't really belong into these clothes. I long for the straightjacket. The van starts to drive, and it is a pretty long drive. I sit on the floor of the van and I feel sad to go home. Tears well in my eyes. I think about how wonderful it was, how wonderful He was. Then, after an hour or so, the van stops. The doors are being opened, and I see that it is dark outside. The man that is letting me out of the van is wearing a shawl around his face, I can't recognize him. He gets back into the car as soon as I get out. I walk to the frontdoor, and I insert my key in the lock, and I open the door. I am home again. I see the clock. It is 11 PM, sunday evening.