The Dark Side - Part 2

Author: eckie
Title: The Dark Side - Part 2
Date: 13 November 2003

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

Eventually you smell coffee and as Master and his guests laugh and joke you hear plates being removed from the table, chairs being scrapped back on the wooden floor and someone wipes the food waste from the table. You feel Master get up on to the table.

‘You’ve been a good ornament boy. Now you will entertain us a while’.

Entertain! What the hell does that mean? You gasp to yourself.

Master releases your chained feet from the corners of the table and the chain holding your neck to the ceiling. With relief you sink onto the low stool, but not far because the butt plug is forced further into your arse. You notice Master leave the chains dangling from your ankles and neck and when he releases your ball ring, that chain is left attached also.

You feel Master grab your hooded head and smell amyl once again. As your drift away Master lifts you off the butt plug but you buck and struggle to start with as the widest bulge tears at your already stretched arse. The other two bulges come out easily and you sigh with relieve at being free from the monstrous plug. You wonder if Master will also release your arms but they remain tightly bound behind your back and tied to your collar.

Master pushes you forward and gently lowers you onto the table, front down. He pulls you to the edge of the table so that your neck is over the edge. Next you feel your ankle being reattached to the corners of the table and further chains attached to your knees and pulled sideways, thereby opening up your arse. The neck chain is attached to the other two corners of the table so that you are fixed, once again, to the table. Master pushes a pillow under your pelvis so that your arse is raised up and gapping. Your balls are trapped painfully by the pillow so Master pulls them backwards. As your cock enlarges however, it pushes into the pillow and is unable to reach it’s fully erect position. The catheter is adjusted so that it is not kinked and remains attached to your stomach tube.

The next thing you feel is Master releasing the air in the gag and undo the straps which hold it in. He removes the gag but your mouth remains wide open because of the ‘O’ ring. You are relieved to take some cool breaths through your mouth, but spit dribbles out because you are unable to swallow. The stomach tube remains stuck in your mouth but you hardly feel it. You feel your head pulled back as Master attaches a chain from the top of your hood to your bound arms. Although your mouth is wide open Master does not remove the nose tubes which remain firmly fixed in place.

So there you lie, covered in rubber, bound to the table by your ankles and neck, your arse exposed and your mouth wide open. You have never been so exposed and vulnerable. You hear footsteps draw closer and someone get up onto the table. Cool lubricant is massaged into your arse and two, three, four fingers enter without resistance because of the hours you spent on the butt plug.

You hear the ripping of condom packets and resign yourself to getting fucked. This will not be the first time you have been fucked, although in the past you have always had some control over who is fucking you and how they do it. Now you are just a hole. The condom covered cock slides into your arse and the assailant gently works himself in and out. When he thrusts you gasp. His cock must be larger that the butt plug because it hurts like hell. On the second thrust your gasp is cut short by a second condom covered cock jammed suddenly into your mouth. You gag as it touches the back of your throat but no amount of moving can dislodge it. Your head is fixed by the neck chain and chain holding it backwards so you have no choice but to take it all in.

Being fucked at both ends has always been a fantasy of your but you always imagined you would have some control, be able to communicate and terminate it when it got too uncomfortable. Now all you can do is lie there and accept your fate, the fate of a bound and abused slave boy. The men fucking you are goaded by the others who encourage deeper penetration and faster thrusting. You feel tears come to your eyes but they run silently down your face in its rubber hood. You lie there bucking and twisting as the men plow away and eventually you gasp as they plunge deeper during what you presume is their orgasm. Slowly they massage their cocks out of your arse and mouth

You relief is short lived because without warning two more cocks replace those which have just shot their loads. These cocks seem slightly smaller but they are thrust deeply and more rapidly than before. The man at your face grabs your head so that he can thrust his cock deeper whilst the man at your arse grabs your hips. On and on they go, in, out, in, out to the cheers of the others. The cock in your arse quickly releases it load and it is replaced by yet another cock.

The third cock to fuck your arse is huge, both wider and longer than the others. You suspect this cock is that of Master Peters, because he enters slowly and gently, unlike the others which were just forced in. Master rests his cock in you arse and lets you relax and fell the pleasure of it right up inside you. Slowly he fucks away but, unlike the others, it is not painful. You groan with delight and the though and feeling of that huge thing inside you and at the thought of you being publicly fucked in this way. Meanwhile the cock at your face finishes its business and leaves your mouth dribbling but open. You groan with pleasure as Master plunges away, his thrusts becoming faster and faster until he explodes with a shout and you feel the warm cum filling his condom.

As Master gets off the table he wipes your arse with a cloth and reinserts the gag and pumps it up. Gently he caresses your head before leaving you alone. After a while you hear footsteps as the guests leave. After a short while the motor bikes are gunned into action and they roar off down the road, leaving you presume, you alone with Master. You hear Master busying himself around the house, clearing up stuff and moving furniture around.

Master releases your ankle and neck from the table then loosens the chain pulling your head back. Slowly and carefully he gets you off the table and stands you on the floor. You are unsteady to start with but Mater holds you tightly until you stop moving. He releases the gag and O ring and you sigh with relieve at having some control over your mouth and jaws. With your tongue you feel the stomach tube. Master gives you two glasses of a protein drink mixed with milk. You are hungry and gulp it down.

‘You did well tonight boy. The weekend is just beginning and by the end of it you can be sure you will be well known in the district’.

After you finish drinking Master inserts a pecker gag which, although not as large as the air gag, fills your mouth comfortably. He straps this firmly at the back of your neck. Then he pushes you forward onto the table and kicks your legs apart so that your arse, once again, is wide open. More lubricant is massaged into your hole followed by a large butt plug, which slips in easily because of the all the stretching your arse has had that evening. Master attaches the plug to small chains which encircle your balls and cock at the front and go up your arse crack at the back, to be fixed to a steel belt, which Master locks around you waist. He tightens the chains so that there is no chance to push the butt plug out. Master then gently lays you on the floor on your front. You feel a pole being pushed down your back, between your bound arms and your back and to lay the full length of your body. Master proceeds to tie you to the pole by a series of straps around your ankles, knees, thighs, stomach, chest, neck and around you forehead. These are pulled tight so that there is no movement possible between you and the pole. Master adjusts the catheter and stomach tube and ensures your nose tubes are still free. You then feel Master lift up the head end of the pole so that it rests on some object, presumably a chair. Then the foot end is lifted to the same height so that you are suspended about a metre from the floor by the pole, like a pig on a spit. The straps bite into your flesh but you are powerless to do anything about it. Master walks away. And there you stay, bound, gagged, plugged, catheterized and covered in rubber, hanging from a pole in some house in he middle of nowhere. The only thing that keeps you sane is the belief that Master is experienced and seems gentle and kind. You do not think he will allow anything dangerous to happen to you, but you have been proved wrong in the past. Your breathing comes easily through the nose tubes and urine continues to pass silently from your bladder to your stomach. Spit dribbles out from around the gag. There is nothing in your bowels so you don’t have to worry about wanting to take a crap and the butt plug feels comfortable and reminds you of all the abuse you have had up there that evening. The metal ball ring pulls your balls down but this is not painful. You do not realize it at the time but Master has rigged up an intercom and video system so that he can both see and hear you, should you run into any trouble.

You have lost all sense of time. You hang there, trying to come to terms with your bondage and servitude. You realize this is what you want, what you need. You feel you were born to be a slave to other men, to satisfy their sexual urges, to serve their every need and depravity. You relish your situation and look forward to what Master Peter might have in store for you.

Mercifully the night is not warm. You are sweating inside your rubber suit but as you settle down and the night progresses you do not feel hot. You drift off to sleep, waking every now and then with a start and momentary panic as you wonder why you can’t move or talk. The breathing tubes whistle as your breathing gives away your temporary panic. The night seems long. You have no idea when the sun rises but eventually you do hear sounds in the house and suspect that master Peter is getting up. The sound of water running confirms this. You are relieved that the night seems to be over.

Your hands and arms are numb. They have been tied tightly behind your back for 12 hours. Your ass is without tone as it have been plugged or fucked for 18 hours. You jaws ache from one gag or another and your nose, with its tubes, starts to feel sore. You no longer feel your balls as the heavy metal ring has been stretching them all night. Even the catheter through your cock to your bladder is starting to irritate.

You feel Master lower the pole and undo the straps. Slowly some feeling comes back to your limbs. Slowly he removes all your chains and rope bindings and stands you up. He takes out the butt plug and gentle wipes your ass, but there is no mess. He removes the gag and you swallow the stale spit that has collected around it. Master commands you to kneel and you do so without question.

‘You’ve been a good slave so far. I am very happy with you. Today you will earn your keep on the farm and tonight we are going out. For most of the day you will not wear a suit but you will at all times be chained and wear the ball ring. The bladder catheter will remain also. Whenever you see or hear me coming you are to look to the ground. If I catch you looking at me or any other person you will be discharged. Is that clear?’

‘Yes sir’ you reply without hesitation.

With that he removes your rubber bondage suit, the stomach tube and the nose tubes. He clamps the catheter. Your eyes slowly adjust to the faint light in the house. Being careful to down caste your eyes to focus on the floor, which is roughly hewn planks. Some stains on the floor attest to previous activities in the house and some fresh damp patches are caused by your dribble and sweat.

Master walks away and you hear the sound of water running.

‘Get in the shower and clean yourself up’ commands Master.

You thankfully walk to the next room and bath in the warm water. You notice that almost every room is kitted out as some form of dungeon. Crosses, chairs, chains, straps, hoods and whips are everywhere. In one corner a hangman’s noose hangs from a scaffold and you shudder at the sight. You also notice expensive camera and video equipment and you suspect that last nights activities have been recorded on film. You wash away the dried sweat and try to get the lubricant out of your nose and ass. Your balls hang low because of the metal ring so but you are able to wash around your cock and balls.

You quickly dry yourself and, without asking, kneel on the bathroom floor with your hands behind you back and eyes caste down. All you see is Master’s high leg boots as he walks towards you.

‘Good slave boy’. It seems you are learning fast; I like that. Nothing worse than a boy you have to slap around the head every minute because he can’t follow orders. Now get into the bedroom and dress in the clothes on the bed. Assume the position when your have dressed.

With balls and catheter swaying you walk slowly to the bedroom. The first thing you notice on the leather covered bed is a pair of leather shorts with holes at the front and back. These fit snugly around you and you pull your catheterized cock and balls with metal ring through the front hole. A wide heavy leather collar has D rings attached front and back and at both sides. You fit this around you neck being sure to do it up as tightly as possible. Wrist and ankle leather bracelets have locking buckles and you secure these. There is no key obvious to unlock these bracelets. The only other item left is a pair a tall boots which you put on over a pair of thin black socks. You glance at a mirror and notice how hot you look. At the same time you believe you will not be allowed to enjoy this freedom of senses for much longer.

You assume the position, on your knees, hands behind your back and head bowed.

A bowl of cereal and milk with a spoon, some bread and a mug of coffee is placed in front of you.

‘Eat’ Master commands.

Without raising your head you slowly eat the food. You’re starving hungry but you are aware that you have not eaten much in the past four days and don’t want to bring it all back, so you relish each slowly chewed mouthful. The coffee washes it all down and for the first time in two days you feel reasonably human.

Master clears away the plates and puts a toothbrush and mug of water in front on you. You could weep with gratitude for the opportunity to clean your teeth. After the gags, lubricant from the stomach tube then being fucked in the mouth it feels and tastes like a sewer. You brush vigorously and rinse with clean water, spitting into a bowl.

‘To start with you can clean out the barn’. Get up and walk ahead of me’.

Master pushes you out of the house and for the first time you notice that the house is really a tumbledown shack in the middle of the forest. A barn stands to one side and Master pushes you through the front doors. Inside bails of hay, equipment for horses and old items of farm machinery and tools lie everywhere. Shit, you think, what a mess.

‘OK boy, get too and clean up this place. I don’t care where you put stuff just stack it out of the way. Put the bails of hay against the wall so my friends can sit on them’.

Friends! What friends, you think. Is this going to be the place for another party?

‘There’s water in the barrel outside and you should drink plenty to flush the piss out of your system. Stand up’.

You stand and Master releases the clamp on your catheter. Urine pours onto the dirt floor of the barn and rapidly soaks away. The clamp is refastened.

‘Don’t touch this again until I say so, or else’. And with that Master leave the barn.

Nothing could be further from you mind that to disobey this Master from heaven. You stand and survey the barn. Sunlight streams in through the open door and holes in the wooden walls. Apart from the stuff strewn about the floor you notice chains hanging from the ceiling, coils of rope on hooks on the walls and some pieces of gym equipment in one of the horse boxes. The place looks well used and there is not much dust around, but its’ just like a bomb has hit the place. You’re standing there in boots, short with your cock, balls and ass hanging out and collared, wondering where to start. It’s getting warm and you are glad to be almost naked.

You start by humping the hay toward the walls then putting all the lose tools and equipment behind the bails. You tidy the rope coils and place them on the hooks on the wall and rearrange the gym equipment so that each item is separate and accessible. Some loose D rings and padlocks you place in a dish on a shelf. Litter you put in a bin. Amongst the litter you notice opened condom packets, beer cans and empty lubricant tubes. Definitely a party place you think. Lastly you sweep the dirt floor with an old broom you find in the corner.

After two hours cleaning you’re sweating and very thirsty. You go outside and drink cupfuls of water and use a wet rage to wipe the sweat from your body. The sun is high and you go inside to rest in the shade. Sitting on a bail of hay you soon drift into sleep, to be rudely awakened by a kick in the ribs by Masters booted foot.

‘What the fuck do you think you are doing boy? Did I say you could go to sleep? Get over there’ and with that he roughly pushes you towards the centre of the barn.

You remember to look at the floor but you see Masters booted legs and leather chaps with his enormous cock swinging freely. He grabs your wrists and padlocks them together. In one swift move he pulls a hood over your head and tightens it under your chin. The hood has no eye holes but the mouth is open. Two small holes over your nostrils allow you to breath. Without warning he stuffs a sock in your mouth and ties it in place with a strap around your head. Next you hear chains clanking as your wrists are attached to chains hanging from the roof rafters. You hear a ratchet noise as Master pulls on the free end of the chain and raises your wrists. Soon you are standing on your toes, then higher still as you swing freely. You estimate you are a meter above the floor before Master stops. You feel your ankles pulled apart as Master ties them to uprights on the barn wall. Your balls and catheter hang down between your widely separated legs. The pain in your wrists is acute, but soon it becomes only a dull ache. There you hang by your wrists, legs spread apart, hooded, collared and gagged.

‘You can stay there for an hour. When I say work I mean work not sleep’. And with that you hear Master leave the barn again.

No amount of squirming around relieves the pain. Your legs feel as though they are about to split apart and your arms start to ache. After a while you want to piss desperately but all you can do is hang there.

You must have dozed off because you wake with a start as a whip cuts into your back. You gasp into your gag as more lashes cut your back and thighs. Each lash sends you juddering in your shackles, increasing the pain in your arms and legs. Master counts up to twenty, each lash being more severe than the one before. Sweat pours form your body and drips onto the dirt floor.

After twenty lashes you hang limply in your chains. You hear Master breathing heavily and realize that the effort has exhausted him also. You start as he throws cold water over you. As you hang there dripping Master undoes the catheter and you groan with relief as piss pours onto the floor. As the final drops of piss fall and as you start to dry off from your drenching, Master releases you legs and slowly lowers you to the floor. When your feet touch the floor they are unable to support you and you crumple into a heap on the dirt floor. Master releases your wrist chains but padlocks the cuffs behind your back and leaves you there in the urine and water soaked dirt.

After and hour or some you find the strength to stand up but, realizing there is no where to run to, especially naked and cuffed, you sit on one of the hay bails. After a further 30 mins, by which time you are wondering what other possible ways Master can abuse you, he returns with a sack full of gear. First of all he makes you drink two large glasses of the protein drink, which tastes good and you soon feel a return of your strength.

‘Don’t cross me again boy or you’ll be discharged. Consider the flogging this morning as a small token of what could happened if you annoy me or any of my guests. I demand absolute obedience, is that clear’.

‘Yes sir, sorry sir’ you say as clearly as you can, but Master kicks you in the balls anyway.

‘What’s that boy?’

‘Sir, yes sir’ you shout, being careful to keep your eyes fixed on his boots.

‘OK stand up’.

You shakily get to your feet. Still cuffed, Master pushes you outside and stands you beneath a tap on the wall of the barn. The cold water makes you suck in your breath but you are grateful to wash away some of the crud that is covering you. Master roughly washes you down with soap and a brush, leaving you in the sun to dry. You sigh with relieve, the sun feels so good on your skin and you turn round so that every part is warmed and dried in it’s rays.

‘Get back here boy’ Master commands from inside the barn. You amble slowly back and, anxious to please Master, assume the position without prompting. You notice that Master has spread the gear out on the dirt floor and has also arranged the gym gear and has put the horse out into the main part of the barn. What alarms you is the sight of a large butt plug fixed to the centre of the horse.