The Dark Side - Part 3

Author: eckie
Title: The Dark Side - Part 3
Date: 17 November 2003

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

It seems there is no end to the torture. You’ve been covered in rubber, bound, gagged, plugged, catheterized, forced to drink your own piss, fucked in the mouth and up the arse, strung up flogged to say nothing of spending the night suspended in rubber from a pole. Master certainly has a wild imagination but you wonder how much more you can take. As you kneel there on the dirt floor, hands cuffed behind you back, catheter and balls hanging down you feel confident that should you reach your limit, Master would stop. He has displayed uncommon gentleness and skill to ensure that you reach the end of any endurance. He obviously knows how to take a slave to the limit and stretch him beyond it.

‘We are having some more guests around soon and you will be the centre of attention again. It’s a slave auction and whoever wants can buy you for an hour. You will not leave the property and I will keep a distant eye on things to make sure they do not get out of hand’.

You’ve always fantasized about being sold at an auction but worried if some crazy bought you and you were never heard of again. This arrangement of Masters seems good. What more could they do that had not been done already?

‘OK boy stand up and bend forwards’.

You obey instantly, bending forwards to look at the piss soaked dirt. Master takes a tub of lubricant and generously slathers it into your arse then onto the butt plug on the horse. He roughly pushes you up onto the horse then, with a hay bail either side for your feet he forces you down onto the butt plug. It seems larger than the multi lobed one last night but your arse expends to accommodate it all. The last few centimeters are swallowed with difficulty and Master pushed you down onto it as you groan with pain. At the end the plug narrows considerably and your arse tightens around it. You feel the enormous mass of it in your ass. You are fixed to the horse, no movement being possible in any direction.

Master pulls the hay bails away and ties you ankles beneath the horse. There is no way you can relieve the pressure in you arse, you are just stuck there by the plug. He attaches a small chain to the ball ring and pulls it painfully forward so that your erect cock stands out in front of you with the catheter pointing upwards. He attaches the chain to a fixture on the horse, making sure it is taught. Master stands on a bail and quickly pulls the rubber hood over your head, tightening the neck collar and fastening it with a padlock. The mouth hole is quickly filled with a tube gag into which master tapes a tube attached to the end of the catheter. You feel the end of the tube in you mouth and soon taste your own piss as Master removed the clamp. You have no alternative but to swallow your piss. You soon get used to the slightly bitter taste of the warm piss. You feel your wrists being drawn backwards and upwards, which forces your head forwards and down, as Master attaches a chain to your cuffed wrists and lifts them to a beam in the roof. A last chain is attached to the back of you collar and the other end to the chain to the beam, pulling your head backwards.

You think you much have looked a pretty sight, fixed to the horse by the butt plug, hooded and gagged with you arms and neck painfully pulled backwards. No movement was possible. The slightest twitch pulled on your balls, wrenched your arms or neck or sent shudders of pain up your ass.

The only sound reaching your ears was the sound of Masters boots on the dirt floor as he left the barn.

As time passes your attention wanders from one pain to another. Periodically you squirm to relieve the pressure in your arse, but that sends spasms of pain through your stretched balls, so you just sit quietly and imagine what will happen next.

You estimate you have been fixed to the horse by the butt plug for four hours. It’s hot as hell in the barn and sweat runs down your body and from between your legs. Your piss tastes stronger than usual and you suspect you are getting dehydrated. Still, in your dark world of pain you would not be anywhere else.

Cars draw up outside and you detect the thud of booted feet entering the barn. The smell of leather reaches you as men circle you, pulling on your tits and tweaking your erect cock. There is much complementary chatter about how good the slave looks. Master explains the rules of the auction. The highest bidder will have use of you for one hour, the next highest bidder for 45 mins and so on. However, men can add their times together and both use you for the total time. There will be no unsafe sex and Master will observe from a distance to make sure that play is not too extreme. What could possibly be more extreme than what you have been subjected to already.

The beer flow freely and after an hour the bidding starts. Quickly one master takes control of the bidding and bids the others out of contention. You hear Master Peter summarize the times for your abuse and in your mind you add it all up to 3 hours. With that Master Peter unties your feet and releases the chains around your balls, neck and hands and places two bails beneath your feet so that you can push yourself off the butt plug. Your force yourself to take the searing pain in your ass as the widest part of the plug comes out, followed by the remainder which just slides out. You stand there, gagged, hooded and collared with your hands cuffed behind you.

You detect strange hands around you. A leash is attached to your collar and you are pulled out of the barn and into the trees. It’s cooler out in the forest but you wonder who you are with and what he will do to you. First up the gag is removed and replaced by another O gag which keeps your mouth wide open. A chain forces your wrists up to the back of your neck so that your head is once again pulled backwards. The clicking of padlocks means that this is a semi permanent arrangement. Gently you are lowered on your front to the ground. You feel chains then attached to your ankles and your legs are pulled wide apart and attached to nearby trees.

Although you are immobilized and painfully tied and chained, you are happy to be on the ground, which is cool. After a short while you hear footsteps around you and some chatter; obviously the master has been joined by others. Little do you know you are to be used as the public toilet for the next few hours. You hear zips open then a rush of warm urine soaks you on the back and legs. You feel degraded and dirty, being used as another mans piss pig. No amount of struggling can get you out of the way of the piss and the more your squirm the more you just stir up a mud bath.

Without notice your head is grasped firmly at the sides and your open mouth is impaled on a thick cock. The master sits down in front of your head with his legs at your sides and proceeds to fuck you in the mouth. When his hands are removed your head naturally falls onto the cock so there is no way to avoid having in at the back of your throat. You taste the latex condom, with relief. Then without notice your feel another cock enter your ass and start fucking the living daylights out of you. Both masters are not gentle so you know that Master Peter is not amongst them. You are used to this being fucked at both ends at the same time but the ferocity of these new masters takes your breath away. On and on they thrust. You gag when the cock hits the back of your throat. At full thrust by the cock up your ass you are forced further on to the cock in your mouth.

Eventually both master shoot their loads then leave you in the piss soaked mud, gasping and periodically squirting air and lube out your ass. These are the rape scenes you had always fantasized about and with Master Peter in the back ground you are happy that everything is under control.

Just as you start to doze off, some one releases your legs and stands you up. This master seems gentle as he releases the padlocked chain which is forcing your arms up and head back. Miraculously he then takes of the hood and gag so that you can see again. Your hands are still cuffed behind you and the ankle cuffs are still on, but the relief is tremendous. You are so grateful but a little unsteady. Firm hands grasp you around the waste as you sway unsteadily. Slowly your eyes adjust to the evening light and to the handsome, bearded face in front of you. This new master is wearing boots outside his chaps and a cock ring. He has two nipple rings but his chest is bare. He firmly grasps your head and locks his mouth to yours in an affectionate, tongue probing kiss. He forces you to drink some water, then a can of beer, which is heavenly. He says his name is Mark.

You wonder how this master can be so different to the other two but your thoughts are cut short when he produces a leather collar and leash. When the collar is firmly locked into place he attaches the leash and pulls you another 50 meters into the forest. Clearly he has plans, other than affectionate kissing, for you.

You notice a clearing between four short trees where he has left rope and a jumble of gags, collars and butt plugs. He leads you to the middle of the clearing and quietly releases the leash and removes the padlock from your wrists. You take a look at your hands, for the first time in over a day. You notice the catheter is still clamped off but master releases the clamp to allow piss to flow freely onto the ground, before he clamps it again. As you stand there in the fading light you notice how strong and handsome this master is. You wonder if you will see him again after this weekend.

Gently Master Mark tells you to lie on your back on the grass, which you do immediately. Not so gently he ties you spread eagled to the four trees, ropes through the wrist and ankle cuffs. He strains hard to stretch you to the limit before tying off the ropes at each corner. You feel the cuffs biting into your wrists and ankles and the pull on you arms as they strain in their shoulder sockets. Next Master produces a medium sized butt plug, which he lubricates and slowly forces into your ass and fixes with a small chain to your ball ring. You have no trouble accommodating the plug, which seems small compared to what you have taken in the past.

Master Mark positions himself over your chest and kneels so that his enormous condom covered cock is directly in front of your face. He grabs your head and forces his cock into you mouth, which opens to accept it keenly. He pumps it in and out but never deeply or roughly. You glance up at his face, to notice he has his eyes closed and an expression of tranquility on his face. As his cock gets harder your jaw is stretched to the limit. You are careful to keep your teeth out of the way because you don’t want to bite him or break the condom. After endless thrusting he blows and huge stream of cum into the condom and only at this time pushes his cock into the far reaches of your throat, so that you gag and struggle for breath.

No sooner has he blown his load than he swings round and tells you to clean his ass. As your eager tongue probes his sweet ass he strokes your cock, which immediately comes to attention. Periodically he forces the butt plug further into your ass so that you start to tense as though to blow. He gently eases off as you realize he will not allow you to cum. He then bends forward to take your cock into his warm and welcoming mouth; at the same time he thrusts his cock into yours. You are in seventh heaven, doing 69’s with this handsome master. Up and down, up and down he goes, but never so much as to enable you to start that short journey to ejaculation.

You hear a bell ring, which is the signal for drinks, and he gets up without speaking. He rips of the used condom and stuffs it in a trash bag. As he leaves you spread eagled on the ground you wonder who will come next. All you hear are his footsteps disappearing into the forest.