The Dark Side - Part 1

Author: eckie
Title: The Dark Side - Part 1
Date: 13 November 2003

By and with permission from <a href="mailto:ozslave@hotmail.com">Ozslave</a>

The instructions were perfectly clear. Catch the 3.45 pm train to the capital and wait by the kiosk. Wear jeans, white tee shirt, boots and carry a small blue case.

You had been corresponding with Master Peter for the last 4 weeks on the internet. He told you he was a successful stockbroker with a large house in the city and one in the country and he had sent you photos of the town house with its high wall. The country house was on 20 acres and surrounded by dense forest. He did not tell you anything about his private life but you had heard from a friend, who was also a bottom, that he regularly held leather/rubber/bondage parties at his house in the country and that only a few wealthy people were ever invited. You wondered if Master Peter was the same man you had seen giving seminars on investing in the city; a powerfully built, tall man, immaculately dressed and with rough, handsome features. You had heard some gossip that he was a very private man with few friends.

Over the previous 4 weeks, during your many emails and chats, the Master had explained exactly what he wanted you to do. Each message made you more and more excited so now, one day before you were to travel to the city, you could think of nothing other than the long weekend ahead with Master Peter. Each time you received a message from him, short and abrupt though it was, you immediately got a hard on. For the last week you had not been able to concentrate on your work as an accountant. Your boss had reprimanded you for making mistakes, day-dreaming and forgetting to submit reports. Even though you had never met him you could not get the image of Master Peter out of your mind.

Master had explained what you had to do in preparation for the meeting. For 4 days before the weekend you were to eat nothing, only drink high protein, high energy drinks. You noticed that you stopped having your bowels open two days before the weekend, but you continued to pass lots of piss. The day of your travel you were to give yourself 10 consecutive enemas with warm water. This made sure you were completely empty and cleaned out. The last enema was 2 hours before your were due to go to the train station so you were able to squeeze every last drop of fluid out before you prepared for the next stage. You already owned black rubber shorts, with attached medium sized hard black rubber butt plug and with a hole at the front for your cock and balls to come through. You greased up the butt plug and slipped the shorts one, pulling your cock and balls through the hole. The plug, as always, felt good sliding around in your arse whenever you moved. Master Peter instructed you to screw on a heavy metal ring that sat above your balls and pulled then severely down into the sac. This ring was 3 cm wide and it was only by pulling the balls down first with a parachute that you managed to get the ring on. As you tightened the key the ring pulled your balls deep into the sac and swung around when ever you moved. You felt the metal loop at the back of the ring to enable the attachment of further weights or anchors. It felt great.

Master then said you could dress in the jeans, tee shirt and boots and although it was uncomfortable to bend over to get the boots on you knew this would be nothing compared to sitting for two hours on the train with the butt plug in and the ball ring bulging in front of your jeans. The bulge attracted the attention of some passengers but you ignored them secretly enjoying being so exposed. You enjoyed the periodic bumping of the train which forced the butt plug further into your arse, but after an hour it started to become uncomfortable. You tried to remain still because there was not way to get the plug out, unless you stripped off in the train. You resigned yourself to suffer, remembering what Master Peter said – any deviation from the instructions and the meeting will be cancelled. You wondered if the pain was showing on your face and that other passengers realized what lie beneath your tight jeans. After 2 hours you decided to stand in the corridor, to relieve the pressure from the plug in your arse and from the ring on your balls, but by now your were rock hard and had to move your erect cock to one side in your jeans to relieve the pressure. You wondered if you could walk normally because of the pressure in your arse, your balls and now on your cock but a short walk along the corridor did not attract attention.

Into the blue bag Master said to put your toothbrush. Nothing else would be needed. You felt a bit stupid carrying a near empty case but did not care.

As the train drew into the city station your excitement rose. Your heart was pounding as you walked the length of the platform, remembering how all this had come about and wondering if this was all a big mistake and whether you should just get on the train back. You thought you might be found naked, bound and gagged in some back street and then having to explain how you got into that condition to the police. Too late to back out now, you thought as you waited by the kiosk at the end of the platform. You were perspiring slightly even though it was cold outside. The smell from the rubber shorts rose up and immediately excited you. You could hardly keep still with anticipation.

‘Stand still slave and stop looking around at everyone’, you heard from behind you.

Turning slightly you saw Master Peter. You recognized him from the seminar, although now, dressed in a leather jacket and cap with faded tight jeans and boots, he looked even more handsome.

‘Don’t look at me slave, look at my feet’ growled Master.

You turned your eyes down to stare at his boots, which were high heeled, knee length motor bike boots worn outside his jeans. As your eyes were traveling down his legs you noticed the outline of handcuffs in his pocket.

‘Sorry’ you mumbled.

‘Sorry what, shit head’ he said in a low, threatening voice.

‘Sorry sir’ you replied being sure he heard you without shouting. You knew from previous masters that they hate having to remind you about slave etiquette.

‘Walk ahead of me and out the door. Go over to the black van in the corner of the car park. Don’t run and don’t dawdle’.

Slowly but deliberately you made you way out of the station and into the car park. You heard his boots on the ground behind you; a heavy, menacing step. At the side of the van and still looking down at the ground you saw Mater Peters hand come round and open the door.

‘Get inside, face backwards and sit on the floor. Don’t move’

Inside the van you grimaced as the butt plug was forced, once again, deep into your arse and your balls were crushed by the ring. You knew to keep your hand behind you. Master Peter got into the drivers side and slowly pulled out of the station.

Because the windows of the van were darkened you had no idea what direction you were heading. After 10 minutes he pulled over, stopped the van and got in the side door. You could smell his leather jacket and see his shadow as he got into the van behind you.

‘OK slave, clothes off apart from your shorts and remember to look at the floor all the time’

You undressed slowly, folding your clothes and stacking them neatly in the corner. You heard him rummaging around in a trunk and the clanking of chains. Standing only in your rubber shorts he pushed you to your knees on the floor. Still looking at the floor your hands are roughly pulled behind your back and you hear and feel the ratchet of handcuffs as they grip your wrists. With your palms facing outwards there is no way feel the connecting hinge but you notice that the cuffs are rigid and only hinge one way. You hear two clicks as the cuffs are locked, preventing them from continuing to tighten as you move your hands; the signs of an experienced and thoughtful master you think. Quickly and without ceremony a leather hood is pulled over your face and neck. You notice there are no eye holes but there is a mouth hole which tightly encircles your lips. The hood is already tightly fitting but additional straps enable the Master to pull it even tighter around your head. It fits snugly around your neck, around which fits an attached collar. The collar is pulled tight and locked with a padlock. You feel the weight of the padlock when the Master lets go to insert a bit gag. The gag is strapped in tightly so that the corners of your mouth are stretched painfully. Although the bit gag is immovable, you are grateful for it because you are afraid of car sickness and had the Master inserted a ball gag or dick gag and you had vomited, that could have been fatal. Another sign of a thoughtful master. The Master attaches a chain to the cuffs and around the padlock then cruelly pulls your wrists up your back, causing you to bend your head and neck backwards to prevent strangulation.

Hands cuffed and hood applied the Master turns his attention to your feet. You feel heavy metal manacle being locked around your ankles and only a short connecting chain prevents any movement. Master then attaches a chain to the ball ring anchor loop via a small padlock then lowers you to the floor on your front. Your head is pulled backwards because of the chain to the cuffs but you notice that you can breathe OK, although talking is just a mumble. Master pulls the chain from the ball ring, around your ankle manacles then pulls it tightly and attaches it via another padlock to your cuffs. The result is a tight hog position and any movement tightens your collar and threatens to pull your balls off.

Meantime your cock is rock hard and crushed beneath your belly and the butt plug remains a constant reminder that Master has thought to leave no hole open.

The next thing you hear is a chain being rattled then your hands are lifted up as the chain is tightened. You presume the chain passes through a beam in the roof of the van. This puts extra pressure on your collar and your balls feel as though they are about to be ripped off. Completely immobile Master asks if you are OK. Not withstanding the excruciating pain in your neck, and balls you are in slave heaven. You mutter ‘yes sir’ into your bit gag, which comes out accompanied but a shower of spittle. You have dreamt of this type of bondage for ages – tight, painful, gagged, hooded, being taken to some unknown place for abuse by some unknown person or persons. You are afraid yet very aroused and, as you try to masturbate against the van floor, every movement sends shudders of pain through your tightly bound body.

The van moves off again, winding and weaving and, after half and hour, bumps up and down on a dirt road. At least being anchored to the roof of the van prevents any sliding around in the van, but every move puts extra strain on your neck and balls through the hog position and chains. You don’t get car sick but you do a lot a dribbling onto the van floor, praying that the Master is not pissed of about this. Eventually the van comes to a stop. You presume it’s now late afternoon and when the van door opens a rush of cool air confirms this. Master unchains you from the roof which enables you to unfold your legs. He helps you stand up and step out of the van but because your wrists are still painfully drawn up to your neck and your ankle manacle has only a short connecting chain you are very unsteady. Masters strong arms encircle you to steady your movement and slowly he leads you away from the van. You feel dirt under your feet and smell damp leaves and flower scent and presume you are in the forest. The cool air is welcome but you are still sweating inside the tight fitting hood and you feel the sweat dripping out from inside your rubber shorts.

‘Stand still’, he commands.

Master unlocks the ankle manacle and kicks your legs apart. You feel pressure on your balls as Master attaches a chain to the ball ring. Your knees fold and you kneel on the ground as he locks the ball chain to some fixture on the ground. Any attempt to stand up is met with shooting pain in your balls, so you stay still, on your knees with legs apart and balls firmly anchored to the ground.

The next thing your hear is the sound of Masters footsteps disappearing into the distance, a door opening, then closing then nothing but the birds and wind in the trees. You try to relieve the pressure around your neck but your hands are tightly against your back. The cuffs, although loose, are causing pressure on your wrists but no amount of writhing relieves the pain. Any movement is met by searing pain in your balls but all the time your have a rock hard erection with precum oozing from the tip. You are desperate to masturbate but fear for your balls if you move an inch.

Time passes and the air cools. You presume it is now dark. After what seems two hours, but is probably only 30 minutes, you hear footsteps approaching.

‘OK boy, time to set the scene. You came here willingly and you will come to no permanent harm’.

Permanent! What’s he talking about. You had not reckoned on coming to any harm, permanent or otherwise. The tight bit gag prevents you speaking but you utter a grunt, which means nothing but resignation to your situation.

‘I’m going to take everything off now, but your hands will remain cuffed and ball ring will remain. If you decide to bolt think about a night in the forest, handcuffed, with bears and wolves around and numerous swamps and old mine shafts. It’s unlikely you would survive until the morning, but feel free to try if you want.

Nothing could be further from your mind. Although Master has introduced an element of uncertainly you are still in bondage heaven.

Slowly Mater removes the gag, hood and your shorts. The buttplug plops out followed by a little gas, but no fluid. It takes you a minute to focus in the dim light and to get feel steady on your feet after being hog tied then anchored to the ground by your balls with legs splayed to the side. You work your jaw around to get some mobility into your mouth after the bit gag forced it open for so long. The cool air bathes you face and crotch and the sweat rapidly dries.

‘Here’s the situation. You are my slave for as long as I care to keep you. At all times you will be bound or chained. You will submit to whatever I decide to do or I invite my friends to do. Be sure you will be abused, fucked and forced orally. When not gagged you will answer ‘yes sir, or no sir’. You will caste you eyes down when not blindfolded or hooded, which will not be for long anyway. If you want to be released you can make three jerking movements, or nods of your head. I will immediately release you but you will be discharged at the same time and sent home. Any questions?’

Your mind is spinning. Is this more than you can cope with, you wonder. You’ve been looking forward to this for so long; it’s your every fantasy and now it’s real. You have to go through with it. You cock remains stiffly to attention, confirming your excitement.

‘No sir’ you reply softly.

‘Right, get into the house’.

Only now you see the outline of the small house in the trees. A dim light illuminated the interior. Master gives you a few shoves in the back and you walk to the house.

Inside the dim light shows a fully equipped dungeon with St Andrews Cross, bondage table, beams with hanging chains, a wall festooned with anchor points and an array of hoods, gags, cuffs, restrains, whips, metal spreaders, tit clamps and ball stretchers. Numerous cupboards were closed but you imagined they were full of bondage gear and other torture equipment.

Hands still cuffed, Mater leads you to the shower and gives you a hot scrub all over. With your own toothbrush he gently brushes your teeth. His hands caress your body as he covers you with a thing layer of aromatic oil, being sure to apply some to your ass and around your balls. Master allows you to drink some water.

Back in the main room you notice the dining table, with small stool in the middle and strong rings attached to each corner of the table. Your eyes are riveted to the butt plug attached to the stool, larger than anything you have ever experience. It’s made of three lobes of increasing size towards the base but the base itself was quite narrow. That will ensure you will not be coming out it in a hurry.

Master pushes you onto the bondage table, face up, and ties your feet, knees, thighs, belly, chest and neck to it. Your hands are still cuffed behind you but master pushes a pillow into the small of your back to prevent the cuffs pressing on your spine. You think, again, here’s a master who knows what he is doing. The ropes are firm but not tight and you suspect this is only a temporary arrangement.

Your attention follows Master who is getting tubes and gear from a cupboard. Master waves a catheter in front of your eyes and you shudder at the sight. Master says nothing. He puts on sterile gloves, grabs your now flaccid cock and washes it with a blue solution. Next he jams a tube against the cock opening and squeezes in some jelly, which feels cool but is not uncomfortable. After a few minutes your cock goes numb. Catheter in one hand and cock in the other, Master feeds the catheter into your cock until it disappears almost up to the hilt. A sharp, stabbing pain accompanies the final passage of the catheter but it soon subsides. You utter a shriek but immediately regret it as Master whacks you across the legs with his hand. Master injects some fluid into the catheter and then pulls back slightly to ensure the catheter is lodged firmly in your bladder. Urine flows from the end of the catheter, which Master then clamps. By this time your erection returns and your cock slides up over the catheter. The more you look at it the more aroused you become.

Next Master turns his attention to your head. He covers two small flexible tubes with jelly and inserts one into each nostril. They fill your nose and you feel the ends at the back of your nose. You hear your breath coming freely through the tubes. The free ends of the tubes stick out about 5 cm and Master applies tape around your nostril to make sure they do not fall out.

Master produces a longer, thinner tube and once again covers it with jelly.

‘Open you mouth and swallow the tube’ he commands and you obey.

Slowly you feel the tube enter the back of your throat. Master gives you some water and as you swallow he pushes the tubes down into your stomach. There is no discomfort and Master is obviously an expert at this. When the tube is all the way down he tapes the free end to the side of your face.

Master releases all the bonds and forces you to sit on a chair. You obey, realizing that you are slowly loosing control of all your bodily function. Master controls your piss, your breathing, your mouth and almost certainly will soon control your ass.

You sit there meekly, hands cuffed behind you, tubed and catheterized. You are aroused by the smell of rubber and Master comes from behind you with a black rubber hood. Before he pushes it over your head you notice the wide collar and padlock hanging from the back. Because of the oil, Master has not trouble pulling the hood on and massaging it to fit the contours or your face and neck. There are no eye holes but the mouth and nose holes are open. You feel Master tighten the neck collar and secure the back with the padlock. He pulls the nose and mouth tubes through the holes applying further tape to the tubes to ensure they will not pull out.

You are able to open your mouth and on command you open it wide while Master inserts a wide O ring, keeping you mouth open. The O ring is secured by straps to the back of your head. Next you feel a rubber expandable gag being forced into your mouth and fixed behind you head. As the gag is pumped up and all chances of breathing through your mouth are extinguished. Your breath comes easily though the nose tubes so you are not worried. Since you have not eaten you are not worried about vomiting and it seems you can still swallow.

You feel Master undoing your handcuffs and soon you are able to rub some life into your wrists. After further scratching around Master, who has said very little, tells you to step into a rubber suit. He guides your feet into the suit, which he then pulls up over your belly and chest and pushes your arms down. You notice there are rubber gloves and you fiddle your fingers into the rubber tubes. There appear to be holes at the front and back, through which Master pulls your cock and balls and you suspect the nipples and ass are also free. Master zips up the back and zips the top to the rubber collar of your hood. You hear the creaking of leather as master stoops to padlock metal cuffs around your ankles. The smell of rubber rises into the nose tubes as your body starts to sweat inside the suit.

Your arms are pulled behind your back again but this time rope is used to secure your wrists and lower arms. Starting at the wrists he draws you arms tightly back, tying your lower arms together so that there is no space between them. The result is that your elbows are pulled back and touching, thereby thrusting your chest and nipples forward. From your elbows he ties rope to the back of your collar and pulls down so that your head is forced backwards.

Without warning Master pushes you forward to the table and forces your head down. A clamp secures your neck to the table. He then kicks your legs apart and ties your ankles to the legs of the table, so that your ass is completely exposed. At the front your catheterized cock and ring-weighted balls hang down. The next you feel oil being forced into your ass and then one, two, three, four fingers being inserted and moved up and down. You buck and struggle and try to scream but all that comes out is a grunt. Master holds his fingers in your ass for two minutes, as the pain slowly subsides. As you struggle your balls swing around, adding to the pain caused by the heavy metal ring.

Master releases you from the table then by a series of short commands get you up onto the table and poised, kneeling over the butt plug fixed to the low stool in the middle. You are breathing heavily and your breath makes a whistling noise and it passes through the nose tubes. You anticipate what is to come and wonder if you can take any more.

Well, it’s almost too late as the next thing is that you notice the strong smell of amyl and you realize Master is holding a swab soaked in amyl over the nose tubes. Soon your head starts to swim but you feel Masters strong arms steadying you. As you sink under the influence of the amyl Master guides your ass onto the butt plug. You are so doped you hardly notice as the tip enters your ass and expands to swallow the first bulge. A further hit of amyl and the second bulge is sucked up into your ass. Master holds you there for a minute as the effects of the amyl wear off. As you come round you notice that the plug is quite flexible, but you still fear the final bulge which seems huge compared to anything else you have ever tried. Is it time to call it quits? You think, shall I give the release signal? Before your mind clears completely you smell more amyl and you drift away again.

Gently but firmly Master forces you down onto the butt plug. You groan inwardly as your ass expands to accommodate the huge bulge. When you are sure that your ass is about to split the pain reduces and, through your foggy mind, you realize you are over the final bulge and that your ass is clamping over the base of the plug. Slowly you lower yourself further until your buttocks rest on the stool. Although the pain is less you feel the huge plug up your ass and realize you are fixed to the table, legs splayed to the side, because there is no way you can get the plug out.

Sweat is trickling down your back and out the hole at the bottom and you feel rivulets running down your hood into the body suit. Slowly your breathing comes back to normal and you are relieved that the nose tube work well even when you are forced to endure pain.

Your balls are pulled forward and you feel a chain being attached to the ring and padlocked to the table. Now you really are fixed to the table. Your feet are then pulled further outwards and attached to the corners of the table by chains from your manacled ankles to the table rings. At this stage your upper body is still free and you try to get comfortable but moving slightly one way or another. Soon, however, you feel chains being threaded through the padlock at the back of your collar and feel your neck pulled upwards as Master attaches the chains to beams in the ceiling. Now you can neither move your head to the right or the left.

You suddenly gasp and let out a muffled scream as two nipple clamps are attached. They are connected by a heavy chain and the pain is intense when Master lets go. You try to lean forward to relieve the pain but the chain around your neck collar prevents this. As you struggle the chain swings, adding to the pain. Some further movements and master attaches a tube from the open end of the catheter to the tube going into your stomach. As he releases the clamp you feel the relief as your bladder empties, sending the urine directly to your stomach for recycling.

So there you sit, encased in rubber, blinded by a hood, gagged with your jaws wide apart, nipples clamped, hands bound tightly behind you, balls stretched, butt plugged, legs pulled apart, catheterized, nose tubed and with a tube going from your cock to your stomach. You are totally immobile, exposed and without control of your bodily functions. Your erection attests to your excitement.

‘That’s you fixed up for a while’ says Master and you hear him disappear into the next room.

The pain in your ass, the pain in your neck, the pain in your nipples, the pain in you balls and the aching in your tightly bound arms … you wonder what else Master can inflict on you. At first you are a mess of pain. You try to relax and slowly the pain in your ass become tolerable if you don’t move. Similarly the pain in you balls from the padlocked and anchored ball ring eases and your nipples become numb if you stay perfectly still. The only thing you can do is to remain absolutely still. You develop some cramp in your widely spread legs but this passes as you sit lower on the plug.

Your mind wonders back to bondage situations you have had in the past. Mostly they have been temporary, loose affairs from which it has been easy to escape. Masters have promised inescapable bondage but all they’ve wanted to do is tie you up and gag you so that they can fuck you, then dump you. Master Peter seems severe but experienced and, although your bound, plugged and catheterized entombment in rubber seems extreme you are aroused like never before. Your erect cock pulls against the ball ring confirming this. Shit, you’d give anything to masturbate now.

You hear a door open and movements. Straining to identify what’s going on you hear what sounds like plates and cutlery being placed on the table. You remember you are in the middle of the table and Master places dinner stuff all around you. At the same time you smell cooking and the aromas make your stomach rumble, remembering that you have not eaten for several days.

After what seems like a short time your hear motor bikes and the sounds of people laughing and joking. The house, which is really only a shack, vibrate as they walk around. You feel them close to you, making comments and tweaking your nipples and cock, making you shudder with pain. You estimate there are three others and guess that they are hear to take part in the fun because they all seem very much at home in Master Peters house. You hear cans opening and guess they are having beer. The laughing gets louder and after a further hour you feel vibrations at the table as they sit down, surrounding you.

Master serves a meal and they all take their time eating and drinking. They comment on how Master has prepared a beautiful centre arrangement for the table, namely you and occasionally someone tests you by prodding you in the buttocks or cock with a fork. The rubber protects you from serious damage and on one occasion Master reprimands a friend gently for interfering with the ornament.

During the meal you are sweating profusely and it drips from the holes around your cock and ass. As the meal ends master disconnects your stomach tube and pours in more water, noticing that the fact your piss is still yellow means you are not dehydrating. He then reconnects the catheter. Throughout, your cock has been rigid as you imagine yourself presented in this way, surrounded by men who, it seems, have not just come here for a meal. You mind runs wild imagining what is next in store for you.