The Dark Side - Part 4

Author: eckie
Title: The Dark Side - Part 4
Date: 17 November 2003

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

The light fades to darkness. Is nobody going to release you from this position? By this time your arms are aching and your bladder needs emptying. You realize you are at least 100 metres from the house and crying out for help brings no response. You wonder what kind of animals are lurking around in the forest; Master mentioned wolves. You try struggling against the ropes but Master Mark made no mistake when he fixed you in that spread eagled position.

Damp mist envelopes the forest and you start to shiver. As the moon rises a light rain falls to chill you even further. You realize you have not been cold this weekend, having been encased in rubber then forced to work in the sun. You shiver violently.

As the rain eases you hear footsteps approaching. Master Peter looms into the shadows. You suspect he has not been far away. Without speaking he releases you and removes the leather cuffs from your wrists and ankles. He opens the catheter and you sigh as piss pours onto the ground. Your relief is, however, short lived. Master produces the rubber, eyeless hood which he locks around your neck, and then inserts a ball gag which he fastens at the back of your neck. Handcuffs secure your wrists behind you. He removes the butt plug only to replace it with a much larger one, which he fixes in place with chains connected to the metal waist band. The leash is attached to the collar and he pulls you forwards. You stumble at first but he guides you across open ground and steadies you when you trip.

The sound of partying alerts you that you are nearing the house. Inside the house you smell the beer but master takes you through the main room to the back room. He leaves you standing while he disappears into the main room. You catch snippets of conversation. Words like lynch, hang, display, flog make you shudder. After a short time someone grabs and forces you onto your knees. The hood is removed but the gag remains. You notice it is the first master who seems to have repossessed you. He backs you up to beneath the hangman’s noose, places it firmly around your neck and cinches it tight. The rope passes over a beam and free end he pulls down on and ties off to the wall. Without ceremony he uses rope to tie your feet and knees together, and then proceeds to tie your arms to your chest. You relieve the pressure on neck by standing on tip toe but eventually your feet tire and you take the pressure again around you neck. As a final gesture he applies cruel tit clamps connected by a heavy chain, but all you can do is groan, and tears flow down your cheeks.

‘It’s done’ he announces to the main room.

The two other masters and Master Peter enter the room and sit on chairs around the room. You can hardly believe what is happening. Surely they do not intend to hang you.

The first master, who seems to know all about hanging, announces that anyone can be hung for a few seconds and then revived. Your eyes plea with Master Peter to stop this craziness, but he seems comfortable and does not get alarmed.

Amyl is produced and held to your nose. As your head starts to swim you feel the rope tighten, and tighten. You feel yourself loosing consciousness and the last thing you remember is your feet leaving the ground as you jerk upwards. The next thing you know is you are lying on the ground with the noose loosened and the gag out, but you are still bound and cuffed. You notice all round you the masters are masturbating over you but they are careful not to shoot their loads.

‘Yeah boy, did you enjoy being hung up?’ The first master asks.

Before you can answer the gag in replaced and the noose used to pull you back to your feet. Someone removed the ropes fixing the butt plug and pulls it out. You are barely able to stand and would certainly fall over were it not for the noose. Your relief from the butt plug is short lived as someone thrusts them selves into your arse. You realize it is Master Peter, since everyone else is standing around in front of you. Slowly he fucks you and it would have been good were it not for the noose around your neck. He stands on a low stool and this enables his to get better penetration of your arse. Then without warning, more amyl is produced and you start to sink again. Before the amyl has maximum effect you feel the noose tighten again and slowly your feet leave the ground again. You remain conscious while master fucks you furiously but loose consciousness shortly after.

You have no idea how long you were out. Once again, lying bound on the floor you wake up to silence in the room. The noose is gone but the gag is back. Still cuffed and bound you notice also a neck collar is anchoring you to the floor via a padlock, and your bound feet and fixed to the far wall with rope. You are on your front so all you see is the stained wooden floor. Mercifully your arse is empty, although judging by the amount of wind you are passing you suspect you have been fucked by several men while unconscious. Your nipples are killing you and you remember the heavy clamps from last night and wonder is they are still on.

The night drags on. Where the fuck is everyone you think. The occasional bump startles you but you cannot move. You suspect the catheter is open because you feel no pressure in your bladder. As it turns out piss is draining into a bag tied to your leg. How much longer can you take this, you wonder. You ache all over and you get no relief by trying to move. All that does is put strain on your neck. It’s as much as you can do to put your head sideways to rest. Your cuffed hands are numb and your balls ache from the heavy ring locked around them.

As the day breaks you detect movement in the room. You cannot see anything but you suspect that someone is watching you. After what seems an eternity Master Peter looms into view, his powerful frame silhouetted against the window. Remembering the rules, you dare not look directly at him.

‘You OK boy?’

All you can do is grunt once, meaning yes.

‘It’s Sunday and the weekend is nearly over. I’m going to release you now but I have a proposition to make’.

Gently he releases your neck collar and gag and unties your arms and legs. He takes the cuffs off and massages some life into your numb hands. Slowly he gets you to your feet and guides you to one of the chairs. You notice the catheter and bag and the heavy ball ring bangs against the edge of the chair as you sit. More alarming you notice your nipples have been pierced and two small padlocks locked into place through the holes. There is a small amount a dried blood around the padlocks, but curiously it is not painful.

‘You can look at me now boy’ commands Master.

You notice this strong and gentle man. He is dressed in leather pants and boots and a black shirt. His hairy chest is muscular and his biceps bulge as he lifts you. His close cropped hair sets off his chiseled features.

‘You did well boy. You’ve been put through the most extreme bondage, you’ve been fucked mouth and ass by seven men, you’ve been hung by the neck until you passed out and all this has been recorded on video. I am an honest man and together we will make some money from the film. 50/50 OK? I know lots of people who will pay big bucks for this stuff’

‘Yes sir’ you reply.

‘Well boy, what do you think? How did you find it?’

‘I had a great time sir. It’s a pity it’s Sunday though’.

‘Yeah’ sure is a pity. But hey, remember Mark, he wants to see you again. I had a word with him on the quiet, when the others had gone and while he helped me fix you to the floor last night, and he said he’d be interested in a semi permanent arrangement to share you with me some weekends. How does that sound to you?’

‘Great. I liked Mark out of all the other men here. Like you he seemed experienced and gentle’.

‘Yeah, he’s like me; works in the city; great house in town with a cellar which he has converted into a dungeon. He’s big on making films too and he likes taking his slaves to showings at the BDSM club in town. How does that sound?’

‘Terrific, Sir. It’s my fantasy to be bound and displayed, like last night’.

‘Then it’s done boy. One thing though. Whilst you will be free to go home today, that heavy ball ring remains. While you were out to it last night we welded the thing so that it cannot be removed. It will be a permanent reminder of who you belong to. It’s loose enough to let the blood flow, but you will not be able to get it off. Of course, we keep the keys to the padlocks through your nipples and they will not be removed for a long time. Also, every night when you get home from work, you are to put that butt plug in and leave it there all night. We’ve no way to know if you will do this but we think you will because you want to come back to see us. We will know when we fuck you if you have not used the butt plugs’.

‘And the catheter Sir?’

Master produced a syringe, emptied the retaining balloon and pulled the catheter out. You briefly jumped as it plopped out but settled back into the chair, relieved to be rid of the thing.

‘That may go back in from time to time, OK?’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Every moment of every day you remember your are a slave. Whenever you take a piss you will feel the heavy ball ring; when you shower you will see the nipple padlocks; when you go to bed you will feel the butt plug. You will be a permanent slave, OK?’

‘I am happy with this sir. I know I was born to be a slave; to be abused by strong men and kept in chains and shackles. Whenever I can I will serve you both. You will not be disappointed sir?’

“I know boy. As time passes you will help us induct other slaves and you may even be allowed to fuck one or two of them. This is a growing thing boy, and we need as many slaves as possible to service Masters’.

‘I understand sir’.

On the train back that afternoon you reflected on the weekends experiences. When you started this journey, in trepidation, you were not to know that it would the most rewarding experience of your life. You had dreamed for ages of being kept bound and gagged, plugged and hooded, without control of your body, for the amusement of masters, to be abused, fucked, raped, whipped, forced to work, displayed and humiliated and degraded for the pleasure of others. Your dream has been fulfilled but more, you have entered a new state of consciousness. Whilst you go about your daily business, earning wages, having a drink with friends and chatting with relatives you will always realize that you don’t really have any control over your life. The ball ring, nipple padlocks and, at night, the butt plug, reminds you that you will always belong to others.