If You Go Down to the Woods

Author: bookworm
Title: If You Go Down to the Woods...
Date: 10 June 2006

… today, be sure of a big surprise, so the song says. But a big surprise was what Master Bill got and in more than one way.

Master Mark had had the idea for dome time, but he had not said anything to his Slaveboy Daryl. It was Friday evening, a very warm summers evening and the sun was just beginning to make its slow descent down to give way to the slightly cooler night. It was as Master Mark was releasing his Slaveboy from his days bindings that he was finally told by his Master that they were going out that night, although Slaveboy Daryl thought that they were going to the local club, but fully the plans that Master Mark was now putting into action were only being released on a need to know basis, and of course Slaveboy Daryl did not need to know the plans, but then Slaveboy was still gagged by the rubber ball gag that he had been wearing all day while Master Mark was out at work and was in no position to be able to talk anyway. Slaveboy Daryl had been on holiday from his own work on the request of Master Mark, who was only taking the second week of Slaveboy Daryl holiday, and while Master Mark was at work he liked nothing more than to leave Slaveboy Daryl tied up in various positions, standing, lying down or sitting, dressed in leather, rubber or just completely naked. it made Master Mark work day better knowing his Slaveboy was tied up in inescapable bindings.
Once Slaveboy Daryl had finished cleaning up from the dinner that he had made for his Master, he was told to go to the bedroom and wait, kneeling down head, in Slave position, his hands were already locked behind his back by rubber wrist restraints, which again had been locked on that morning. After about half a hour, Master Mark came up and entered the room, but he just walked past his Slave kneeling in the room and began to rummage through one of the wardrobes, Slaveboy Daryl did not dare look up as he knew better than to do that. He felt a slight cooling breeze on his naked body as his Master brushed past him on his way out of the room and to bathroom. Slaveboy heard the shower go on and waited for his Master to return. Slaveboy knew that he had to prepare himself for the night at the club, as he knew that they would be out for most of the night and any other night he would be in the shower, washing his Masters taut, defined, muscular body, tenderly soaping his skin down and smoothing down the skin as the soap was rinsed of making sure to linger around his Masters pierced and sensitive nipples, hearing his Master moan deeply at the soft touch, but on a night when they went to the club, the Master always showered himself.
After now spending nearly an hour on his knees, Slaveboy Daryl heard Master Mark return, dried and clothed ready to go out, but still Slaveboy Daryl did not look up, but knew what his Master was wearing. He closed his eyes and could see his Master standing in front of him, his Masters steel blue eyes watching him, with a trimmed goatee beard framing his square chin. This lead down to the masters collar that he wore, the leather waistcoat left open to show of the lines of his toned pecs and down further to the rippling muscles of his washboard stomach. The waistband of the leather jeans tightly bound around the Masters waist and locked on by a wide belt, bearing a buckle which read “Master”, then finished of by a pair of American Police Motorcycle boots, highly polished. Master Mark returned to the wardrobe and began to gather more clothing for his Slaveboy to wear.
“Stand Boy!” Master Mark said with authority in his voice. Slaveboy Daryl did as he was ordered but kept his head bowed. Master Mark picked up a Cuff Cock chastity device and quickly snapped on the lock, knowing that Slaveboy Daryl’s cock would soon be hardening in the device. He then began to rub and knead Slaveboy Daryl’s nipples, lingering longer here knowing that this would excite the Slaveboy ,making him want to moan out with pleasure, but unable to until Master Mark gave him permission to moan, of course this made Slaveboy Daryl’s cock harden more, but with the small bar at the end of the short tube of the chastity device, Master Mark knew that this would be impossible. Slaveboy Daryl’s eyes were closed and he did not see Master Mark pick up the nipple clamps and snap them shut on to Slaveboy Daryl’s nipples, causing Slaveboy Daryl to breath out sharply with the sudden pain, saliva beginning to dribble down the side of Slaveboy Daryl’s mouth from the rubber ball gag. Master Mark then stood behind Slaveboy Daryl and gripping him by the shoulders twisted him around to face the bed and told him to look at the bed, laid out on the bed in order to be put on was a thick black rubber Jockstrap (thick so as not to tear on the Cock Cuff), black rubber T-shirt (to be carefully put on so as again to not pull off the tit clamps), black half leg leather chaps-which would be locked on at the buckle, then a black leather motorcycle jacket, zipped to the neck and then locked on, then a full leather hood, with pinhole eyes, nose and mouth holes, but inserted into the hood was headphones, once on this was locked on also with a leather collar. Lastly there was a pair of leather fist mitts. Master Mark unlocked Slaveboy Daryl’s wrists and Slaveboy Daryl knew that once his wrists were free he only had a short time to prepare the rubber clothing to put on and finish dressing with the other clothing in a set time before he was punished and as the time and clothing changed each time, he had no idea how long he had. Master Mark stood watching and waiting to attach the locks on each piece. There was no gag this time for which Slaveboy Daryl was grateful, as he had had the ball gag on for most of the day, but he knew better than to speak out of turn. Finally the fist mitts were locked on and locked together just before Slaveboy Daryl heard the beep of the timer, which he could never find or ever see Master Mark start. Then Master Mark bent down and strapped a leather ankle restraint to each ankle, leaving his feet bare, connecting them together by a chain of about a 12 inches in length and then attached a lead to the collar with his leather fingerless gloved hands and then lead Slaveboy Daryl down the stairs, out of the back of the house and down the garden to the garage, through this and into the transit van parked up in the street on the other side, but as it was a small side road, there was nobody around to see them. Slaveboy Daryl was locked by two chains to the floor of the van, which surprised Slaveboy Daryl as when they went to club, he was normally standing, stretched out in a X across the back.
The door shut and Slaveboy Daryl was in darkness, he could just hear the vans engine start up and then motion, but in the darkness he could not tell what direction they were going, but it seemed to be a longer drive than normal to the club, and from time to time as the van went around a sharp bend or turn, something soft slid into him.
Eventually, the van came to a stop and the door opened, the sun was still partially visible on the horizon, and not giving Slaveboy Daryl much vision through the pinholes of the hood. Master Mark unlocked Slaveboy Daryl from the chains and pulled him out with lead. “Stand still!” Master Mark ordered Slaveboy Daryl, as he unclipped the fist mitts and ordering Slaveboy Daryl to stretch out his arms behind him as he did this a heavy rucksack was pulled up his arms, then he was swung around and his wrists locked back together again in front of him.
With the van locked, Master Mark began to forcefully stride down the wide path through the trees, the start of which was at the front of the van. Slaveboy Daryl found it hard to keep up with Master Mark, hearing chains rattle in the bag. He almost stuMaster Billling several times on the loose stones on his bare feet, but after a time Master Mark suddenly changed direction and onto a narrow path, just barely visible in the undergrowth, some of which scratched and stung Slaveboy Daryl’s bare legs and feet.
Eventually, they came out into a small clearing with a tree in the middle. “Stop walking and stand still facing the tree!” Master Mark ordered as he unlock the lead of the collar and as he unlocked Slaveboy Daryl’s wrists, the bag fell of his back and onto the floor, the chains clanking. “Step up to the tree and place your arms around it!” Another order. As he did Master Mark paced around it and locked Slaveboy Daryl’s wrists back together, then he felt movement on the chain between his ankles and the clink of the chain again an a click of a lock as the chain which was wrapped around the base of the tree as locked to the ankle chain. He then felt a rubber bit gag being pushed into his mouth and strapped tightly behind his head. “Say goodbye to the outside world Boy!” He heard Master Mark say as a blindfold was again strapped tightly across his eyes, he tried to do as he was ordered, but it only came out as a muffled outburst. Then there was a click and static noise entered his heard from the headphones in the hood. He could not hear anything now, and tried to shake his head to somehow dislodge the headphones, but it was futile. He was brought into his own little world for some time until he was brought back by the butt plug being removed and then a wet finger probing his bare arse. He could feel that he was being lubed up and then he felt himself being entered, slowly at first and knew that it was his Master and immediately relaxed to let his Master enter him deeper and deeper, his body being pushed up and rubbing up against the rough bark of the tree. Slaveboy Daryl gripped the tree with his arms as tight as he could to keep himself steady as Master Mark placed his feet in between Slaveboy Daryl’s feet, trying to spread them further apart than the chain would allow them. Master Mark threaded his arms up under Slaveboy Daryl’s arms and around his body, reaching up to grip the front of Slaveboy Daryl’s upper chest.
Slaveboy Daryl still could not hear anything other than the static in his ears, he could not hear Master Mark’s breathing getting deeper and faster, but he could feel the faster more frantic thrusting of Master Mark as he pushed himself into Slaveboy Daryl. Then after a loud shout and a hard deep thrust, Master Mark shot his load into Slaveboy Daryl, hearing Slaveboy Daryl moaning out through the gag. After several moments Master Mark pulled back and released his grip on his slave, making sure to wipe all the cum off his softening cock. Master Mark wiped the last residuals of cum and lube from his cock before he put himself away into his jeans and slide up the zip.
There was a click in the headphones and Slaveboy Daryl heard his Masters voice. “Well done boy! You know how hard I get seeing you chained up, now even harder with you locked to the tree!” Then the static again and Slaveboy Daryl was again left alone in his own world. After about half a hour Slaveboy Daryl felt another finger probing his arse again, lubing him up and he then again relaxed himself to let his Master enter him, but this time his Master felt different and as the cock was thrusted into him, he heard the headphones click on again. “Is it me?” was all Slaveboy Daryl heard, but his Masters voice was not rasping or throaty or breathless. As Slaveboy Daryl realised this was another Master pumping into him the static came on again and the pumping carried on until the Master exploded his load into the condom covering his cock and in Slaveboy Daryl and then pulled out. This happened three or four more times, once as one Master finished and pulled back another entered Slaveboy Daryl almost immediately. There was almost continual silence from Master Mark as he watched from the side, hidden from the other Masters as he watched his Slaveboy being used. One of the Masters who entered was in a group of four men, two of them bigger than Master Mark had ever seen before, built with bigger muscles than he had thought could have ever come from body building alone, one of them had long hair, goatee beard, wearing leather jeans, he stood beside one man who was slightly shorter who was wearing leather jeans, a rubber T-shirt beneath a leather waistcoat with black lensed glasses which because of the thin frame and from a distance, made it look as if he had no eyes, just holes where they should be, he seemed to be giving orders to the man beside him. The third man Master Mark noticed, looked like he had a bald head, but a thin line of short hair just poking out below a leather army style peaked hat and clean shaven. He was wearing a full leather body harness, which continued below the waist belt of leather jeans, he was in front of the other two and seemed to be looking for things as if he was a bodyguard. The last man was being led by a lead to a collar around his neck, by the man in the waistcoat, he was the mans slave and although he was not hooded or blindfolded, he had a bit gag inserted in his mouth and was dressed in a walking rubber sleepsack, but his cock and balls were hanging freely out through a hole in the front, the Master reaching back from time to time and rubbing the free cock to keep it in an almost permanent semi state of arousal, but the slave must have been hot in it as he was sweating all over his bald head. As they approached Slaveboy Daryl chained to the tree, the one who seemed to be in control, spoke to the man at his side, who replied and Master Mark just caught him say “Yes, Master General!” as he was handed the lead connected to the slave, while he investigated further Slaveboy Daryl and the instructions in the table, before he too, took advantage of the chained slave. Master Mark had heard of a ‘Master General’ and his staff, where he lived and all about the ‘Balls’ that he held, but he thought that they were just that, stories and myths, spread by word of mouth, and did not quite believe that they were true.
Then after about another half hour had past since the last Master had used Master Mark’s Slaveboy, Master Bill entered the clearing and in the now darkened gloom of the woods, slowly paced up to Slaveboy Daryl chained to the tree. “Well what have we here?!” he said out aloud, not knowing that Slaveboy Daryl could not hear him. Master Bill saw the small camping table that Master Mark had set up next to the tree, on which was a bag of condoms, a couple of tubes of lube, and a small bag which now contained the used condoms from the previous Masters and the wrappers. Taped to the top of the table was a sheet of paper which had print on it. Master Bill read the note in the gloom, reading out aloud. “Free Slave to use!” and then in smaller letters beneath. “ Do not attempt to unlock Slave from tree. Two conditions, (1) no hitting-to be fucked only!, (2) Condom must be used or pay the consequences!”
Master Bill thought to himself for a moment as he scanned the deep, dark foliage around him. He proceeded to lube up Slaveboy Daryl feeling that he had already been used at least once that evening. Then as he unzipped the front of the leather thong that he was wearing beneath the leather chaps, his hardening cock fell out from its confines and began to get harder as he rubbed himself. His cock grew longer and harder and just as he was about to enter Slaveboy Daryl, the headphones clicked on and Master Mark spoke. “If only you could see what I can see!” Then the static again as a sharp pain shot through Slaveboy Daryl’s body as the large cock of Master Bill entered him hard and fast. Then another click. “I hope he has not impaled you on that cock of his?!” Then static again.
As Master Bill undid his thong and his cock grew, it was then that Master Mark realised who the other Master was and knew of his reputation, Master Mark had wanted to meet this other Master for some time and now had the chance. Master Bill was now slowly pushing himself into Slaveboy Daryl, pushing himself fully into Slaveboy Daryl’s tight bubble butt, drawing back slowly before again pushing himself back in, stopping only to pull Slaveboy Daryl back slightly by the hips to give himself better access. Master Bill wrapped his arms around Slaveboy Daryl’s body and began to rub the outer leather of the jacket as he pumped himself into Slaveboy Daryl , slowly, rhythmically, speeding up with a gradual force, each thrust pushing in deeper and deeper. Slaveboy Daryl’s moaning through the gag with each thrust. Then with a swiftness that Master Bill had not known, his arms were pulled away from Slaveboy Daryl’s chest and handcuffs snapped on them, locking his arms behind his back. “Hey! What the fuck-” Master Bill called out as he was twisted around, and with a well placed foot by Master Mark, he fell to the floor, the force and shock winding him, momentarily. While he was in another place as he was fucking Slaveboy Daryl, he had not heard Master Mark creep out from his spy hole and around to stand behind him. Master Bill was trying to stand up but he was weakened from the fall and he did not see Master Mark unlock Slaveboy Daryl from the tree. “Slave!” Master Mark bellowed. “Get on top! Now!”, within a second, Slaveboy Daryl was lead the couple of steps to Master Bill and pushed down to top of him, again the force of Slaveboy Daryl falling onto him, winded Master Bill as he was just about to try to lift his chest up from the floor. Master Mark positioned Slaveboy Daryl so that Master Bill could not lift himself up, and with the small chain still connecting Slaveboy Daryl’s ankles together, this helped to keep one of Master Bills legs pinned to the floor.
“What the fuck is going on?” Master Bill called out.
“You read the note!” Master Mark called back as he cleared up the table, chains and rubbish.
“Yes I read the note!”
“Well now you are paying the consequences!”
“What Consequences?”
“You was asked to use a condom!” With this Master Mark walked to the small heap of the two leather covered bodies on the floor and began to closely chain Master Bill’s left ankle to Slaveboy Daryl’s left ankle and then the same with their right ankles. Slaveboy Daryl heard a click in his ears as he was ordered to kneel up and then to stand up, then static again and at this point re-inserted the butt plug. “Now stand!” Master Mark called out as he bent down and grabbing the small chain on the handcuffs, pulled Master Bill up onto his knees and then up onto his feet. “Now don’t try to do anything stupid!” Master Mark said as he reached down into the bag and pulled out a collar and locked it around Master Bill’s neck, the pulled out a ball gag from the bag and locked it into Master Bill’s mouth. “That’s better!” Master Mark said, as he connected a small chain between the two collars, bringing the two men’s heads tight together. Master Bill could feel with his hands Slaveboy Daryl’s metal covered cock and balls beneath the rubber of the jockstrap. Master Mark then picked up the bag and unlocking Slaveboy Daryl’s wrists, he placed the bag onto Slaveboy Daryl’s back, and then locked his writs back together again, but this time wrapped around the front of Master Bill. Master Mark reached down and took Master Bill’s softened cock into his hand and began to rub it up and down, the long shaft beginning to harden and Master Bill’s breathing beginning to hasten. “Now this is the legend that I have heard so much of!” Master Mark then pulled out a piece of thin rope and tied it tightly around the base of Master Bill’s swelling cock to stop it from softening and then with the excess of the rope began to reel it around his balls to stretch them. Master Mark then attached the lead to the front of Master Bill’s collar and with a speed and confidence began to walk out through the clearing, the way they had come earlier in the evening. Master Bill and Slaveboy Daryl had to coincide their steps with one another, learning very fast that they had to do this or fall, which they almost did, stumbling over a tree root. Slaveboy Daryl also had to walk with his bare feet placed to the outside of Master Bill’s booted feet as he had been trod on a couple of times, letting out a muffled yell each time and as Slaveboy Daryl was still blindfolded and deafened by the static in his ears, he had to rely on Master Bill. They were soon back on the main path out of the woods towards the van, one time passing by one of Masters who had earlier fucked Slaveboy Daryl, sitting on a fallen tree. He had a smile on his face as he watched the trio march pass him. He recognised Master Bill and had a slight grin on his face as they trotted by. Master Bill tried not to look but he knew he had been recognised. His large erect, solid cock protruding out in front of him, giving him away.
They were soon out of the woods and standing at the side of the van and after Master Mark unlocked and opened the side door, he pushed the connected Slaveboy Daryl and Master Bill into the back and began to chain them to the floor in exactly the same way as he had with Slaveboy Daryl on the outward journey, but this time his slave had a cushion to ride home on. Once the two were securely chained down, Master Mark pulled the bag to him and knelt down at Master Bill’s head and reached into the bag. He pulled out a cloth and a small bottle of liquid and placing the cloth on the floor in front of Master Bill face and holding Master Bill’s head up with one hand so that he could see what was happening, Master Mark dripped some of the liquid into the cloth. He then put the bottle back into the bag. “I had left Slaveboy Daryl chained to the tree for other Masters to fuck him as a treat to my Slave, and to show other Masters how good he is at pleasing them, but I knew that someone would be ignorant of the only two instructions I left. You don’t know how excited I am that it was you, that was an added bonus!” He paused as he picked up the cloth and holding tightly onto Master Bill’s head with one hand, he placed the cloth over Master Bill’s face. He tried in vain to twist his face away from Master Mark’s hand, but the more he struggled the tighter Master Mark’s grip become, until he was to weak to fight the anaesthetising effect of the liquid. “You was asked to wear a condom and you disobeyed an order. Now you must face the consequence!” But Master Bill did not hear this, he was-by now-totally unconscious.

“97!” Slaveboy Daryl yelled out. “Thank you Sir!” Thwack. “98! Thank you Sir!” Master Bill heard as he came back to consciousness, the swish of air and the snap as the wooden paddle hit bear, red, hot and stinging skin. “99! Thank you Sir!” Thwack. “100! Thank you Sir!” Tears were rolling down the cheeks of Slaveboy Daryl face, but they were hidden beneath the leather hood. He then felt the smoothing feel of Master Mark hands, as he rubbed his slaves arse. Master Mark had had been very pleased with the way that his slave had serviced the other Masters in the woods, earlier in the evening, and so he decided to strap his salve onto a Fuck bench and give him 100 whacks with a paddle, knowing how much his slave liked his arse being paddled.
Master Bill could not work out what was happening at first, his head pounded and his whole body was weak. He felt cold and could feel the cold concrete floor beneath him. He tried to move his legs-to stretch them out-but found them to heavy. He could feel his arms heavy bend him, but could not lift them. He then realised that he was lying on his stomach, and that he had been locked into a hog tie position, but where his wrists and ankles were connected to each other, a chain had been connected to them and pulled up tight, but his weight was still resting on the floor. He tried to open his eyes, but could not see anything, he tried to lift up his head, but then found out that a small chain of about three links was locking the collar that he was wearing, was connected to a hook on the floor. He felt totally enveloped in blackness, even to the point of his head feeling the pressure of the darkness, then suddenly coming to the attention to the fact that he was wearing a tight rubber hood. Then he saw something pass his eyes and in the gloom, he saw the booted feet of Master Mark walk in front of his face. He tried to call out but the piss gag that had been locked into his mouth prevented any movement of his jaw and only a muffled sound whistled out of his mouth. At this point the boots walked passed him, but stopped in front of his face, and Master Bill realised that the eyes to the hood were pinholes. Then the boots were gone again. At this point Master Bill was brought back to reality as pain shot through him from his cock, he felt like he wanted to piss, but could not, then panic hit and the pain again as he realised that he had been catheterised. It was now at this point that he wished that he had not had those couple of cans while watching that home made DVD of some of his scenes earlier in the evening. To make matters worse for his bladder, he then found the butt plug that had been inserted into him was now adding pressure onto his bladder.
Master Bill’s hearing was assaulted again as he heard the moans from Slaveboy Daryl as he was being entered for the second time that night by his Master. Slow soft moaning as Master Mark began to push his hardening cock into Slaveboy Daryl’s hole, mindful of the paddling that he had given Slaveboy Daryl just moments earlier. His breathing getting deeper and his moaning louder as he pumped his cock into Slaveboy Daryl, gripping Slaveboy Daryl by the hips to steady himself as his thrusting began to sped up , as he got more and more excited as he got harder and harder. Then, with a deep guttural roar and with sweat glistening on the skin of his now bare back, Master Mark exploded his load into Slaveboy Daryl again. Then after standing still for a moment, leaning against his bound slave on the fuck bench, Master Mark pulled out and stepped back turning to glance down at Master Bill who he had noticed was watching them. But Master Mark turned back around, re-inserted the butt plug and began to unlock Slaveboy Daryl from the bench. “I think it is time to go to bed now.” Master Mark said. “How do you want to spend the night ,Slave?” He asked.
“In the box! Please Sir!” Came back the reply, excitedly, it was Slaveboy Daryl’s favourite piece of bondage furniture and whenever he was given the choice where he wanted to sleep-which was not often-he always chose the box. By now Slaveboy Daryl was standing in front of Master Mark and as he was led by Master Mark they stopped in front of Master Bill who tried to get abetter view, and could see Master Mark standing in front of him, still wearing the leather jeans as before, but no waistcoat, Slaveboy Daryl was now totally naked, and for the first time in the dim light of the room as his eyes were now getting used to it, Master Bill saw how slim and toned his body was, compared to the larger muscular body of Master Mark. Slaveboy Daryl was still wearing the hood as before and still blindfolded, but he was released from the cock cuff chastity device and at the thought of being put into the box, his cock was hardening and waving about in front of him as he walked, the wrist and ankle restrains were still attached. “I know you are back with us!” Master Mark said, adding “I will deal with you later!” Then walked a few yards to a wall at the side and saw a wooden box, but Master Bill had seen anything like on any BDSM equipment sites or stores, so presumed that it was home made.
Slaveboy Daryl was carefully led to the front of the box and stood still while Master Mark snapped open the locks keeping the top and front of the box shut, and as he pulled back the top an “L” piece of wood was lifted back, which then was left suspended in front of the box by the hinges at the bottom of the front about three inches from the bottom, there was a semi-circular section cut out from the front edge from the piece that was now standing up. The whole box was painted black, and Master Bill could just make out that the top edge piece was covered with leather (and he thought it looked like it was padded) which had been carefully nailed on by closely hammed on studs. Inside the box, the base and up to the edge of the lip of the front and to this level all the way around was lined, but Master Bill could not tell exactly by what. There was also a hole cut out at about the center of the two sides. Slaveboy Daryl stepped in and sat down, crossing his arms across his chest as he did so. The smallness of the box causing Slaveboy Daryl to bring his knees up against his chest and to turn in his feet, the box was exactly measured and there was very little room for Slaveboy Daryl to move inside. The front was swung back to its original position and the catches snapped locked again, preventing Slaveboy Daryl from even trying to lift the lid. Master Mark could feel Master Bill watching trying to watch them, and walked to him. “You want to see what I am doing?” He then reached to behind Master Bill who heard the rattle of a chain and the he felt a hand at the top of his head, then a sharp yank and then another click as the other end of the chain was connected to the chain holding up his arms and legs, but it was to short for Master Bill to hold his head straight and it pulled him to the side, so that he could see Slaveboy Daryl in the box. Master Mark then stepped back to his boxed toy. “Now one more treat for you as you have behaved so well tonight, you did more than I expected of you!” Master Mark was now kneeling down on one knee beside the box and pushed one hand in through the hole. He pushed his hand in and forced his way to find Slaveboy Daryl’s now throbbing cock. Master Mark gripped it tightly and began to hard and fast, forcibly rub Slaveboy Daryl’s hard cock, not with any loving or care for his slaves pleasure, but he kept rubbing, until through heavy breathing and trying not to moan out loud (Master Mark hated his slave moaning out with pleasure as he was being relieved), Slaveboy Daryl exploded his cum, shooting his load up against the skin of his stomach and the skin on his bent legs. The force of his orgasm, making his body want to buck and stretch out, but all he could was bang against the inside of the box which Master Bill could hear, then slowly Master Mark stopped rubbing and pulled out his still gloved hand and pushed his fingers into Slaveboy Daryl’s open mouth to lovingly clean, licking every bit of his own cum from his Masters hand and fingers, once Slaveboy Daryl had finished licking clean Master Mark gloved, cum covered hand, he ordered Slaveboy Daryl to push his hands out of the holes at the sides, his left hand out of the right side and right hand out of the left side and as one hand and then the other was freed from the confines of the box, it was locked by a short chain to the side, to prevent him from pulling his hands back in and rubbing himself, to stop him from Cumming without permission.. Then Master Mark reached down to the side and picked up a bit gag. “Goodnight Slave!” he said as he reached down and kissed his slave through the hood.
“Goodnight Sir!” Slaveboy Daryl replied, before Master Mark locked in the gag.
“Now no pissing in there. If you do, you know you will have to clean it up!” Slaveboy Daryl tried to nod his heeding of this warning, but could not get much movement.
Master Mark then walked back to Master Bill and loosened the chain holding his head so that Master Bill was facing forward, but still unable to place his head back in the floor, but unable to lift it up higher because of the chain to the floor. “What am I going to do with you?” Master Mark said as he looked down. “I don’t know about you, but I am sure that you are thirsty!” With that he picked up a rubber tube and connected it to the hole on the gag in Master Bill mouth. Master Bill could feel the tube shaking and then nothing, then Master Bill felt liquid flowing into his mouth, a bitter taste that he at once knew was piss, he tried not to swallow but his body reacted and he gagged, shaking his head to try to dislodge the tube from the gag. Master Mark stepped forward just far enough to place his feet beneath Master Bill’s chest to lock Master Bill’s head between his legs. “Drink it!” Master Mark ordered and Master Bill did as he was told as his throat still gagged. Master Mark shook the tube to make sure all of his piss was down the tube and into Master Bill’s mouth, before he reached down and unlocked the gag from Master Bill’s head. But before Master Bill could speak and trying to gulp down fresh air, another gag was locked on. This one was similar to the one that had been taken off, but it was a smaller tube. The tube was trailed back out of Master Bill’s view, but he felt pulling on the chain. “You now have more to drink, but it will flow down in erratic intervals, so be ready for it!” then he paused. “You will not know how much you have left, but it should be finished by the morning, but I would also try to get some sleep, you will need it!” Then he was gone.
Master Bill waited for the first flow of liquid into his mouth, but nothing came, he began to think that everything that Master Mark had said was just empty words and he began to fall asleep. Suddenly he began to choke as a stream of piss again flowed into his mouth and he began to choke from the shock. He was again now fully conscious and waited again for more of the liquid, but nothing came for a while, and then there was several mouthfuls almost consecutively, then nothing again for a while.
Master Bill woke with a start, he was still bound tightly as before and his muscles were now aching with cramp and tiredness. He looked around to see if Slaveboy Daryl was still there, but the box was empty. He could see the faint glow of light coming in from somewhere, the faint speck of dust floating in the air highlighted by the light in its shadow then gone again. Then the door opened and closed and Master Mark entered the room, walking over to Master Bill and lowered himself onto his haunches, Master Mark gripped the top of the hood to pull Master Bill’s head back so that he could look at Master Bill’s eyes through the pin holes. “You’re awake!” He said. “I was hoping that you would still be asleep so that I did not have to do this!” The a hand covered the nose holes of the hood and Master Bill felt himself drifting of to sleep again.
Master Bill woke again, his head was banging and he was totally disorientated. He was now lying on his back still naked, but he could feel something solid over his neck. He could feel his arm outstretched to the side, running against a wall and locked stretching them out. His legs were pulled apart and like his arms, were stretched too, before being strapped down. He could feel a plug in his arse, but it felt different to the one before, but his bladder was empty the catheter still had not been removed, but he could feel that his cock was strapped down onto something. He could feel pain in his nipples and realised that he had clamps on them. He was still hooded, but not gagged and tried to lift his head but all he could see was a black wall in front of him with a black rubber moulded cock sticking out just above his chin and he could just make out a ring about half way along it, the cock shining in the light that was seeping through the opening of the blacked out skylight directly over head and Master Bill realised that he was in an attic somewhere.
“Back with us again!” Master Mark said as he saw Master Bill raise his head and saw Master Mark just to his side, he was wearing motorcycle boots and leather motorcycle jeans but no T-shirt or jacket.
“What do you want from me?” Master Bill asked drowsy.
“Nothing, you are just making up for your crime.” Master Mark said.
“Wha-” Master Bill could only say before a ring gag was locked around his head, locking his jaws open.
Master Mark held his head up. “See that cock?” he asked, but before Master Bill could utter any noise or motion with his head, Master Mark continued. “That is connected to a tube which is connected to a water source, nutrient enriched I must add, for you to drink. I want you to drink it all! But you need to release the water down, to do this, the ring needs to be pushed up. Like this!” He pushed Master Bill’s head forward and the cock entered Master Bill mouth, half filling Master Bill’s mouth, and just reaching the ring on the cock. As the two rings touched, a slight dribble of water flowed into Master Bill’s mouth and down his throat, making him choke and cough as he was not expecting it to come. “Now you have the idea, but that is too easy.” Master Mark then pulled out a blindfold and attached it to the hood. As Master Mark did his he knocked the wall which was a large sheet of wood and the rubber cock disappeared, the hole filled in and reappeared about two inches further up, the knock a signal to the waiting Slaveboy Daryl behind the wall, once done he quietly stepped back to the front to stand next to Master Mark. As Master Mark attached the blindfold, he carried on talking. “You do have a time limit to finish the water, but if you do not finish before the time limit you will get a punishment!” With this Master Bill felt sharp, searing pain through his body as the TENS unit was fleetingly switched on, sending power to his nipples, cock and into the plug in his arse. “The source is rigged so that if you finish before the time limit it will break the circuit. Oh and by the way the clock has started running!”
Master Bill let out some sort of curse, but because of the ring gag it came out all muffled.
“I will be out for the rest of the morning, I have an appointment to go to but I don‘t know how long it will last, it could go on for some time. It is unfortunate that I could only make it this weekend. But you will be alone locked in here so that Slaveboy Daryl can’t get in here as I will have the key, so there will be no distractions. I don’t know if Slaveboy Daryl will be coming with me anyway, but he dose like to be a pillion passenger on the bike.” As he said this he put the booted toes of one of his feet beneath Master Bill’s head and pushed it up onto the cock, pushing it fully down into Master Bill’s mouth, the water flowing fully down and into Master Bill’s mouth, making him choke with the force and fullness of it, before his head was dropped back down. “The problem is that he should be locked in the hood until he has to go back to work, next Monday morning. Oh well if he wants to come. The helmet will fit over the hood , it will make it tighter. I can handcuff his hands behind his back and chain then to the body of the bike under the back box, so they can’t be seen.” Master Mark pushed up Master Bill’s head again as he was not making any attempt to find the cock, the water flowed down again, making Master Bill choke again. “I will park the bike in a side street close by, I know he will be safe there, but he might get a bit warm sitting on the bike as the street can be a suntrap at this time of year, with no wind blowing through. I had better unzip his jacket down a bit to allow some air to reach his bare skin beneath, oh and unzip the jeans so that I can pull out his chastised cock. He will be able to see out through the visor, but only partially through the pinholes, but the visor is mirrored so no one will be able to look in if anyone passes.” He pushed up his foot again. “I am glad you could help me make up my mind. I will tell him he is coming with me, there will be no choice for him!” Then Master Mark left, closing the door behind himself, Master Bill heard the click of the lock. Sometime later he heard a motorbike start up and then eventually fade out to the distance.
Master Bill just laid there, then still feeling the tingling from the earlier shock, decided that he had better start drinking the water, the tingling of the warning shock still a painful memory in his body and he did not know how much water there was to drink, but the two 2 litre bottles were filled to the brim. He had trouble at first finding the cock, but after a short while he found it and started to slowly push the ring until he found a rhythm to release the water at a rate of flow so as not to choke. He eventually finished the water, but he did not know how long it had been or what the time was, but waited. All of a sudden he heard a buzz and took this to be the timer. And waited again, then a sharp pain flowed through his body and he bucked in his restraints, The TENS unit sending a shock through his body at full strength and for what seemed to be an eternity, then stopped. Master Bill was just settling back down when another shock waved through him, but this time not as strong or as long. He waited for the next shock wondering what had happened with the unit as he had been told it would shut off, if he had finished the water before the time was up. He felt several more shocks at random times and strengths. With each shock he could feel his bladder filling up with the water, but was unable to release it, until he felt like his blabber was going to split. Then with one Sharp jolt he passed out.
Master Bill woke to find himself still lying on his back and his arms and legs were stretched out as before, but the wall was missing and the TENS unit was missing. His bladder was empty, but the catheter was still inserted and he could feel another butt plug in his arse, which he felt was bigger that the others. But this time he was locked to a large plinth, raised up from the floor, his head was hanging over the side but strapped to a supporting bar, which has angled just slightly downwards. He still had the ring gag inserted in his mouth, but the blindfold was removed and he noticed that the sunlight that had been piercing its way through the gap of the skylight earlier, was now just a faint glow. He could hear faint movement and although his head was fixed rigid, he could just see the lower ends of arms and hands locked on a spreader bar and attached to a chain, hanging from the ceiling.
Slaveboy Daryl’s wrists were locked onto the spreader bar attached to the ceiling, his ankles to another spreader bar and locked to the floor, but the chain to the upper spreader bar stretched Slaveboy Daryl so that he was just able to keep his weight by standing up on the tips of his toes. He was as normal naked, except for the hood. “Did you enjoy your ride out today, Slave?” Master Mark said as he held Slaveboy Daryl’s hanging balls.
“Sir, yes Sir!” he replied.
“Would you like to do it again?” Master Mark asked as he then began to rub and pinch Slaveboy Daryl’s nipples.
“Sir, yes Sir!” Again the reply. Master Mark then attached the blindfold.
Master Mark walked around the hanging Slaveboy Daryl, stopping to make sure that the butt plug was still in place.
Master Bill then heard the shuffling of something in a box.
“Well you had your pleasure, now you need to have the pain!” Master Mark said. “Stick out your tongue!” And as Slaveboy Daryl did, this a clothes peg was snapped onto the tip of his tongue, he moaned out with the pain as he could not see what was happening. Master Mark then picked up a small length of rope and placing it beneath Slaveboy Daryl’s chin, he then lifted the end up and tied them together, on the top of Slaveboy Daryl’s head, causing him to bite onto his tongue and keeping it locked in place, to make with all intense and purposes, a natural gag. The tip of Slaveboy Daryl’s tongue twitching slightly, causing the peg to wave up and down in the air.
Master Mark then began to proceed to attach pegs, close together, down the inside of Slaveboy Daryl’s left arm, down into his armpit and down to his nipple, attaching an extra tight peg to his nipple. He then did the same to the other arm before he carried on down the side of Slaveboy Daryl’s stomach and across to his cock and balls on both sides. Master Mark had removed the chastity device once he had locked Slaveboy Daryl in the spreader bars in preparation for the pegs. Master Mark then carried on attaching several pegs to Slaveboy Daryl’s balls and then down the shaft of his cock. With each peg Slaveboy Daryl moaned out, but with each peg the pain seemed to him to lessen and so by the time the last peg was attached to his body, Slaveboy Daryl was unaware of the pain, then the first of the pegs on his balls shocked pain back again.
Master Mark was aware that Master Bill was awake and had been trying to watch was happening. “I know you are awake!” Master Mark said out loud as he stepped back to admire his work with the pegs on Slaveboy Daryl. “Do you want to see!” Master Mark then turned around and stepped to Master Bill’s head, un-strapping the strap holding Master Bill’s head still and then pulling out the bar beneath from the plinth and letting Master Bill’s head hang down.
Master Bill could see Master Mark in front of him-although upside down- and looked straight into Master Mark’s semi hard cock, which was framed by the edges of leather chaps and as Master Mark stepped back, Master Bill could see that he was not wearing any top, but was wearing a leather collar. Master Mark stepped to the side and flicked a switch and a spotlight beam of light bathed the most of Slaveboy Daryl’s body in light.
Master Mark let Master Bill see Slaveboy Daryl for a few minutes before he stepped back in front of Master Bill, cutting Slaveboy Daryl from his view, the peg on his tongue still waving slightly in the air. “Now let me see, I have a few pegs left!” Master Mark said. “I wonder what I can do with them?” Then he paused. “I know!” Then stepped from view of Master Bill. Then Master Bill felt a sharp pain as a peg was snapped onto a nipple and then the other. He tried to protest but because of the ring gag, he could not say anything. Then he felt sharper pain as a peg was snapped onto his balls and then another in quick succession. Then one on his hardening cock. “There is one left!” Master Bill heard Master Mark say, but then saw Master Mark standing in front of him. Master Mark was beginning to rub his cock up and down and stepped forward to Master Bill’s mouth. “I’m sure glad I left that ring gag on you!” He said as he began to push his cock into Master Bill’s mouth. Master Bill gagged but it was to no avail, Master Mark just kept on slowly pushing his cock in further and further. “ I saw how well you took in that rubber cock earlier and wanted to use you there and then but I just did not have the time!” He then stopped talking as he began to get more and more excited, he began to moan, slowly speeding up. He began to bang Master Bill’s head against the side of the plinth, then slapped the side of Master Bill’s head. “Suck harder!” Master Bill tried not to, but he began to suck on Master Mark’s hard solid cock until Master Mark exploded a load of cum into Master Bill’s mouth. As Master Mark rested, he leant across and rested his weight onto Master Bill’s chest. He eventually stood back up and reached over for the last peg. “Stick your tongue forward!” Master Bill didn’t but received another whack to the side of his head for disobeying an order. “Stick out your tongue!” Master Mark ordered again and this time Master Bill complied, pushed his tongue as far as the ring gag would allow, only for the peg to be snapped onto the tip of it. He let out a deep moan, but Master Mark did not take any notice. Master Mark then replace the bar beneath Master Bill’s head and re-strapped the strap to keep Master Bill from moving his head. “I think that will do for tonight. I know that it is still early, but it will be a long night for you two!” Master Mark said. Master Mark lowered Slaveboy Daryl down slightly so that he could stand fully on his feet, but the spotlight was still on him. Then he was gone, the door locked behind him.
Master Bill did not know how long that he slept for, only that it had taken him some time to get to sleep. He could hear Slaveboy Daryl breathing, as he was fairly close by.
But now there was daylight again and in his disoriented state he could not tell where he was. A dull ache came to him from his arse from another slightly larger butt plug, his bladder was full but he had no catheter inserted. He could not move his head, but knew that he was not lying down, but he was lying in or on something. His arms and legs were stretched away from his body and locked onto something and he had a muzzle gag of some sort over his mouth. Then his eye focused on something on front of him, he was bent at the waist at about a 90 degree angle, and he could see his legs stretched out in front of him and he then realised that he was lying on a stretched out, large tarpaulin sheet. This was attached to the ceiling by chains and close up to it and to Master Bill it seemed to cover the whole of the ceiling, his wrists and ankles were attached down from the corners to the chains holding up the tarpaulin by other chains, but the sides were higher up and he could not see past the edge. He could only see the sharp light coming in from the open slit of the blacked out skylight. His neck felt stiff and he tried to move it but he could not and then realised that he was locked into a large, leather posture collar. Then he felt liquid flow into his mouth by a small tube going through the muzzle and he gagged at the suddenness of it. Then it stopped. He could feel something cold around his hips, which came up the side of his body and began to spill over onto his front and tried to look down, only just visible was some clear yellow liquid and then the smell hit him and he realised that he was hanging there in piss. The shock convulsed through his body and his full bladder just opened and he released more, hot piss of his own into the pool that was already accumulating around him. Once he had finished pissing and he managed to relax after the shock, he felt something run down across his shoulders and beneath his back, and realised that somewhere the piss was slowly being dribbled into him. At regular intervals the piss flowed into the dent of the tarpaulin that he was making, but irregular amounts, at the same time the water flowed into his mouth and as with the piss flowing into him, the water flowed at regular intervals-not the same timing as the piss- and irregular amounts. But as the water flowing into his body had to go somewhere, the body couldn’t store it completely, he had to piss to let it out, adding to the piss that was already now covering his hips and up over his cock and balls and halfway up his stomach. He did not know how long he had been suspended there, only the way that the light flowed in through the crack of the open skylight, he could tell that time was passing, and as the light began to become a dull glow, Master Bill heard the door open and Master Mark enter the room followed by Slaveboy Daryl. Master Bill could hear Master Mark torturing his slave, slowly fetching him to a high before dropping him back down to the bottom. At one point Master Bill felt a sharp prod poking him on his arse. “Are you okay up there?!” Master Mark asked, but it was not a question that he wanted to be answered. Master Bill shouted out something through the muzzle, but it was just a muted sound to Master Mark. “That’s good” Master Mark said sarcasm in his voice. “I aim to please!” Then he returned his attention back to Slaveboy Daryl and began to fetch him to a high, before letting him fall again. After several hours of the audio show for Master Bill, Master Mark left the room on his own, leaving Slaveboy Daryl strapped into some position or other for the night, knowing that he could not move, let alone try to escape his bindings, a position of his choice and not Slaveboy Daryl’s, and one that Slaveboy Daryl probably hated.
Master Bill woke with a start and felt as if he had a large, heavy weight on his chest; he struggled to breath. And as he panicked he felt the flow of water again spilling into his mouth, the tub held in place by the muzzle, but he then realised that there was two tubes, but the water only flowed out through one of them. He felt confined by the ever present clinging texture of the rubber hood, and the darkness of the blindfold. He tried to stretch out his legs as cramp gripped his muscles, but it was to no avail. His hands were locked onto something, but on the opposite sides of his body. He could feel the presence of the ever growing butt plug and could feel that he was again catheterised, with the a strong need to piss. He could feel sharp pain in his nipples and realised that there was tit clamps attached. As his eyes grew accustomed to the dark, he realised that he could see a thin sliver of light across from him, coming in from beneath the door. He looked up to the skylight but it was now closed and he then realised that he was enclosed in the box, but as it was an home made box, made to measure for Slaveboy Daryl, they was minimal free space for Slaveboy Daryl to move, let alone Master Bill who was a larger and heavier man.
From time to time the door handle rattled but the door stayed shut. After some time, the dull roar of a motorbike came closer and Master Bill knew that Master Mark had been out and was now returning. The motorbike stopped and then there was silence again, suddenly broken by the rattle of the door handle. Then silence. Then the rattle again and the door flew open, blinding Master Bill by the sharpness of the light hitting his eyes. He heard footsteps and shuffling as Master Mark entered the room pulling Slaveboy Daryl by the lead behind him. Slaveboy Daryl was trying to speak but the ball gag locked in his mouth prevented any recognizable words from forming. “Stand here!” Master Mark bellowed leading Slaveboy Daryl to the center of the room, before pacing to the side and then back again with a leg spreader and locked it onto the ankle cuffs that Slaveboy Daryl had permanently locked on (like the hood and wrists restraints while he was with Master Mark), then locked it to a ring that was attached to the floor. Master Mark had already locked Slaveboy Daryl’s wrists together behind his back and used the smallest length of chain he could find to connect them to the collar.
Once Master Bill’s eyes adjusted themselves to the light, he watched as the hooded but otherwise naked Slaveboy Daryl was locked to the floor, Slaveboy Daryl’s ball sac, full and solid, hanging down from beneath the chastity device. Master Mark was still in his motorbike leathers but once he had locked Slaveboy Daryl to the floor, he took off his already unzipped jacket and threw it onto the floor somewhere, anger in his actions, leaving him naked from the waist up. He then went somewhere to the side of the boxed up Master Bill and came back, gripped Master Bill’s head and with anger and swiftness pulled of the muzzle and inserted the ring gag. “I caught Slaveboy Daryl trying to get into you!” Master Mark shouted out, the anger in his voice showing, as he locked on the gag. “He wants his revenge!” ‘What revenge?’ Master Bill thought as Master Mark undid the waistband of his leathers, and unzipped them to release his solid cock. “I’ve told him there is a time and a place!” he bellowed out as he sat down on the padded top of the box and gripped Master Bill’s head. “And this is not the time or the place!” Pushing in his cock into the waiting open mouth of Master Bill. “Now he has to take his punishment! Now Suck!” But Master Bill did not do anything and Master Mark pinched his nose closed. “I’m in no mood for games! Now suck! I said Suck!” But Master Bill could not breath and had to start sucking and as he did Master Mark released his pinch on Master Bill’s nose. After what seemed to Master Bill to be hours, Master Mark shot his load of hot cum down Master Bill’s throat, then as he took in a deep breath, Master Mark pinched Master Bill’s nose again and then began to release a hot stream of piss into his mouth. Master Bill had to swallow quick and hoped that Master Mark had not been holding himself for too long. But the piss flowed and as Master Bill was forced to hold in his breath he felt as if his lungs were going to burst. The piss stopped flowing and Master Mark let go of Master Bill’s nose, but kept his softening cock in Master Bill’s mouth for a moment, and Master Bill could just smell the cold freshness of the open air on the leather jeans from when he had been out. Then without standing up from his seated position Master Mark bent down and retrieved the muzzle and again with quickness and still with violent moves he replaced the ring gag back to the muzzle. Master Mark then forced his hand into the box and found Master Bill’s cock and opened the catheter, to release the piss in Master Bill’s bladder. Then with his cock still hanging out of his jeans, Master Mark walked over to where he had thrown his jacket, then back to Slaveboy Daryl, unlocking the spreader bar from the floor and grabbing the lead. Master Mark lead Slaveboy Daryl out of the room and locked the door again, plunging Master Bill back into darkness. After some time Master Bill realised that the water had stopped flowing and then from being sunk into the blackness again, he began to sleep.
Master Bill was woken from a shallow sleep by the door swinging open and the light blinding him suddenly and then blackness until the spot light was flicked on and bathed the center of the room in a dull light. The naked and blindfolded Slaveboy Daryl was dragged into the center of the room by Master Mark, who had now changed into a full leather harness which had an attached cock ring, his cock semi hard waving about as he walked around, leather chaps and boots. Slaveboy Daryl was still chained up as earlier, with his arms behind his back and the spreader bar between his ankles. Master Mark unlocked Slaveboy Daryl’s wrists and he locked them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Master Mark then walked over to Master Bill and forced his hand into the box and found his way to Master Bill’s cock and released the catheter, letting the piss that had now collected into Master Bill’s bladder and released it to be collected for use later. Up to this point Master Bill thought that he would not be allowed to empty his bladder and thought that his bladder was going to burst. Master Mark then picked up a wooden studded paddle, then in silence began to paddle Slaveboy Daryl’s arse. After each swipe of the paddle Slaveboy Daryl had been ordered to say “I’m sorry Master!”, but through the gag it was hard to understand and after the hundredth swipe it was even more undistinguishable. Master Mark then unlocked the chastity device, letting it fall to the floor, but left the butt plug in place. Slaveboy Daryl’s free cock immediately sprung to attention.
Master Mark then walked again to the side and came back with a roll of shrink wrap and in silence began to wrap the cling film around one leg and then the other before he unlocked Slaveboy Daryl’s arms from the chain and ordering him to hold them out to the side at shoulder height, before they too were wrapped. Once they were done Master Mark ordered Slaveboy Daryl to place his arms to his side, after which they were wrapped tightly to his side, then as he got lower he wrapped Slaveboy Daryl’s solid cock up tight against the bottom of his stomach, wrapping up from in between Slaveboy Daryl’s legs, then he took away the spreader bar and wrapped his legs together, but stopping at his ankles.
Next Master Mark picked up some silver duct tape and began to tightly cover the cling film, all over. Once he had finished, he laid down Slaveboy Daryl on the floor, attached a short chain to the collar and the floor and the same to the ankle cuffs, stopping Slaveboy Daryl from trying to get up, then picked up a knife and cut two small slits where Slaveboy Daryl’s nipples were, and snapped on some tit clamps. He then cut a small slit in the wrap where Slaveboy Daryl balls were and began to roughly pull them through, leaving his solid cock to be pulled out painfully afterwards, as he was being pulled, the attention made Slaveboy Daryl’s cock harder and more awkward to pull out. Master Mark stepped away from his silver coloured slave to pick up a couple of thawing ice blocks and holding one in each hand brought them hard together onto Slaveboy Daryl’s cock, which was standing up like a flag pole, but the coldness and shock of the ice blocks soon lowered it to half mast and Master Mark took advantage of this to lock on a 5 ring metal gates of hell, but Slaveboy Daryl’s cock was soon hardening again as the rings began to encircle his cock. Them Master Mark took his attention to the clamped nipples and began to pull sharply on the clamps, yanking them off and revelling in the pleasure of his slaves pain, before he snapped back on the clamps only to tug on them for several moments before pulling them off sharply again, only to start the process again. After a while of this, Master Mark became tired of this as his slave was not now reacting to the tit torture. “I’m bored!” He said and stood up, he picked up the knife and made two more small slits at the sides of Slaveboy Daryl’s nipples to allow more air to circulate around Slaveboy Daryl’s body, so that he would not overheat through the night.
Master Bill had been watching what had been happening to Slaveboy Daryl and had been waiting for Master Mark to turn his attention to him and then when he said that he was bored and stood up he began to think it was now his turn, but Master Mark reached up to something above Master Bill’s head, on the wall behind and then walked away, over to the door and out, leaving Slaveboy Daryl wrapped and chained to the floor and Master Bill still tightly encased in the box, but now having to contend with his own piss, that had been collected through the day, now flowing into his mouth at erratic intervals and amounts.
Master Bill woke slowly, he tried to look around, but the darkness gave him no indication as to where he was. He was still locked into the box, catheterised and plugged, muzzled but this time the tube was down his throat. His bladder was full and if just by the thought of wanting to piss, he heard the rattle of the door handle and the door opened. He closed his eyes, hoping to lessen the effect of the blinding light on them, but could not understand what was happening as no light showed through his eyelids and he slowly opened them only to find that a blindfold had been placed over his eyes. He heard the heavy, booted footsteps of Master Mark approach him and forced his hand in through the side of the box to find his cock and open up the catheter to empty the piss from Master Bill’s bladder. Master Bill then felt a hand over his face and he began to feel light headed, he shook his head from side to side to free himself from the hand but he was weakened as the ether took effect, and eventually passed out. For Master Bill then, time seemed to become unknown, he felt a hand on him from time to time-opening the catheter, heard noises as Master Mark used Slaveboy Daryl, but he could not distinguish between a second, a minute, a hour or a day.
Then Master Bill was shocked to consciousness as he was for