The Dark Side Part 10

Author: ozslave124
Title: The Dark Side - Part 10
Date: 12 September 2004

The Dark Side - Part 10

‘Get up boy, you’ve got work to do’, Master Mark shouted as he hauled you to your feet.

Pulling you to a shower at the side of the house he let the cold water run over you before he washed you with a sponge. You moved as best you could in your shackles and chains, to enable him to wash you properly. During the shower Master Mark removed your butt plug and washed out your arse. When the catheter came out you felt a sting and the urgency to piss but of course your bladder was empty and nothing came out. You were relieved to be rid of the plug and catheter, but suspected these holes would not be free for long.

Without drying you were pulled by a chain attached to your collar into the house. The other two Masters were sitting at a table eating breakfast and you were told to drink your protein mixture, which was in a bowl on the floor. You struggled to your knees and gratefully lapped up the mixture, which was to be your staple diet. Master Ian refilled the bowl again and you lapped more fluid until you felt full. He then dragged and pushed you on your knees until you were under the table where the Masters were eating.

‘OK boi, service us’, he said and you realized when you saw that they were all wearing chaps what was required.

As you advanced between Master Peter’s legs he opened them to let you take his condom covered cock in your mouth. He slid down the chair slightly to enable the full length of his erect cock to penetrate to the back of your throat. You had learned to suck cock whilst cuffed or tied up so this was not difficult. Up and down you went, feeling the cock grow harder and harder until he finally bucked upwards, fixing your head against the underside of the table and blew his load.

Without interrupting the conversation between the Masters you shuffled round under the table to service the other two Masters. Only Master Ian took control by grabbing your head under the table and forcing his cock down your throat, but Master Mark was happy to have you do all the work.

‘Clean up’, shouted Master Ian as they all left the table. You shuffled out from under table and worked out how best you would clear up the breakfast mess. The kitchen was small but it took for ever to shuffle around and move all the stuff into the cupboards and wash the crockery. At the end you went to the middle of the kitchen and kneeled on the floor with your head bowed, waiting for further instructions.

After half an hour and just as your knees were going numb on the stone floor, the three Masters came into the kitchen and sat down around you. You continued to stare and the floor.

‘This is how it will be boi. You are now an official slave. Because of your performance in your own country we have registered you as a slave in Germany. You have an official entry in the National Register of Slaves, which is available to a selected number of masters who have proven themselves worthy of this title. Your number is120448 and this is engraved on your collar. Your life will be one of absolute servitude for as long as you are here. We have checked out all the masters who will abuse you. They are all safe and healthy and will not do anything you have not experienced already. Their integrity in the leather world depends on their behavior towards slaves and if anyone thinks they have transgressed the masters code of conduct they may find themselves in our position. The National Register of Masters maintains very high standards for its members and they monitor their behavior very closely. All complaints are followed up by thorough investigation.

During the daytime you will be abused by us and any of our friends who visit. You will be shackled and tied up the whole time. At night your chains will be removed but not the metal collar and cuffs, which are welded into position. The metal ball ring is also locked in place and only I have the key. You will be dressed in leather pants, boots and jacket and a hood will be tightly laced onto you head. The eye holes are open but it has a integral gag. Your hands will be padlocked behind you and a chain leash attached to your metal collar. You will then be taken to the ‘slaves corner’. This is a road junction in the leather quarter of town when registered slaves are handcuffed to posts and there they await their master for the night.

Only the appointed master has the key to your padlocked wrists, so whilst others may try to take you only the registered master will have the correct key. You may have to wait an hour for him. He may not turn up at all in which case you will be handcuffed to the post all night and we will collect you in the morning. We, of course, will be enjoying ourselves with other slaves who are booked for us.

So while we will not be able to keep an eye on you, you can be sure that the masters who will own you for the night are all trustworthy. They have been rigorously screened and if there are any reports of unsafe practices they are ‘arrested’ and investigated. Punishment is removal from the masters register and the only way they can be readmitted to the register is for them to be slave themselves for a week. You may see them on the street corner. They are usually naked and gagged and hogtied to the posts. People can then abuse them as they want for the evening. Mostly leathermen and slaves alike come out of the leather bars and piss on them. At midnight they are released and find their way home. Each night for a week they come back to the post and ask to be tied up again. Only after they have endured the 7 nights and promise to behave themselves are they readmitted to the masters register. Some, of course, find that being a slave suits them and start their nights tied to the post, as you will, to be taken by appointed masters and abused.

We hope this is all clear to you boi. Any questions?’

Your head was spinning from this information. Could it really be that you will be used by a different master each night, and in the day time return to your three Masters here, to be abused at their will. It all sounded too good to be true.

‘No sir. Thank you for this experience’. You offered as a gesture of your gratitude.

‘To start with we are having a few friends over for lunch. Expect some action’ Master Ian said with a finality that did not need any answer.

He extracted some keys from his pocket and proceeded to unlock your chains. You felt as though you were floating without the weight of the heavy chains pulling on your neck and wrists. Master Peter then took over and with Master Mark’s help pushed you towards a padded bench over which you were flexed so that the cross beam was in your stomach and your head and arms hung over the other side. Chains were rapidly attached to your wrists and ankles again and pulled firmly to fixtures on the floor about a metre apart. You were stretched out over the bench with no movement possible. Only your weighted balls swung between your legs. A wide belt across your back further anchored you to the bench. Finally a bit gag was forced into your mouth and buckled tightly at the back of your head. The only thing you could see was the floor in front of you and the metal tray under the bench to catch any fluids that might leak from you. You were immobile, gagged and without any way to avoid the inevitable abuse. You thought it curious that they had left your arse unplugged, but realized it would not be empty for long.

The Masters seemed pleased with their workmanship and the last you heard was the sounds of them leaving the house and the roar of the van engine as it made off down the driveway. You were alone, chained and gagged in some remote house somewhere in Germany. What had you let yourself in for, you wondered.

As the hours passed your jaws were aching from the bit gag and you were bursting to piss. Eventually you could hold your piss no longer and let it spray into the tray below. The PA ensured that it made a mess everywhere. It was impossible to swallow your spit so you let this also dribble around the bit gag and into the tray below. You knew it was getting towards lunch-time because the house was heating up under the midday sun. You enjoyed being chained up like this and whilst you knew the house was isolated you realized you were at the mercy of anyone who called in and decided to take advantage of your upturned and unprotected arse. This element of danger added to your excitement and your erection added to your discomfort.

Your prayers were answered when you heard the van pull up outside the house. Also you heard several motorbikes rev to a stop. The sounds heavy boots clumping around in the house and the smell of hot leather preceded the vision of booted, leather clad legs standing around you. You counted at least three pairs of boots, not including those of your three Masters, which you recognized from before and which you had spent many hours cleaning, with your tongue and with polish. Rough fingers poked your arse and mouth.

‘OK guys, easy now. He’s not going anywhere’, said Master Ian. ‘Let’s eat first’.

The group disappeared into the kitchen and you heard crockery and cutlery being moved around, chairs scraping on the floor and tins being opened. Master Peter returned with a protein drink for you and after removing the gag allowed you to suck this up through a straw. You were grateful for the sustenance and drunk every last drop. Instead of replacing the bit gag he inserted the O ring gag, once again buckling it tightly behind your head.

After lunch and a few beers the laughter was noticeably louder. The group sat around you and without any formalities Master Mark and Peter took their positions at your head and arse. Master Mark released the chains on your wrists and padlocked them behind you back then with a short chain lifted your wrists to the back of your chest and padlocked the chain to your neck collar. This forced your head up and outwards. Without ceremony he thrust his cock through the O ring and mercilessly fucked you in the mouth. Master Peter needed only a condom and some lubricant before he was pounding away at your arse. You realized your arse had regained some of its tone having not had a butt plug in for the past six hours.

Other masters crowded around to watch the action, offering comments and how to fuck, to the amusement of others. After and eternity Masters Peter and Mark gave their positions to two guests. They were noticeably rougher than your Masters. One grabbed the back of your head forcing you to take the entire length of his cock whilst the other buried his cock in your arse up to the hilt. In a short time their sweat mingled with yours and they both blew their loads.

The third duo preceded their turn by whipping your arse with a cane until your buttocks were red. Each strike sent your balls swinging and waves of pain through your buttocks. You cried out through the gag but this did not diminish the power of their strokes. You were unable to move your arse but your head jerked up with every stroke, your bound wrists pulling painfully back on your neck collar. Master Ian pushed two, then three, then four fingers into your arse as the third guest fucked your face. The pain in your arse was nothing compared to the pain in your buttocks from the whipping and by this time you were used to the feeling of hard cock against the back of your throat. Master Ian removed his hand and inserted a large butt plug, which he tied in with rope around your waist, then between your legs, encircling your cock and balls. The plug slipped in easily and you were grateful for the rope because you felt it might otherwise slip out.

Once the pounding in your mouth had stopped the masters stepped back and helped themselves to more beer. You hung limply over the bench with your battered and plugged arse raised up and your cuffed wrists pulling you head painfully backwards. The O ring gag was removed and the dick gag was reinserted and buckled in place. Try as your would you could not ease the pain in your neck, other than by keeping your head bent backwards.

Eventually your were released from your flexed position on the bench but you noticed the chains still dangled from your ankles and your wrists were still attached to the back of your neck. You were lifted up onto the bench so that your legs straddled it and the butt plug was pushed further up your arse. The chains attached to your ankles were pulled sideways and attached to fixtures on the floor and chains were attached to the front and back of your collar and attached to the ends of the bench. You were firmly fixed to the bench, with the plug up your arse, the gag blocking your mouth and your hands cuffed and brought up to the back of your neck. Someone pulled your ball ring forwards and anchored it to the bench, sending erotic messages to your cock, which was erect and straining forwards. The PA was then grabbed and forced down to the bench and padlocked to the ball ring chain, causing spasms of pain in your cock throughout its whole length. You were stimulated at every point, cock, balls, arse, mouth and to cap it all someone attached nipple clamps connected to each other by a heavy chain. You groaned into your gag, but could not move. Every device caused your cock to strain against the padlocked PA but you could do nothing.

‘Rest easy boi. See you later’ someone said from behind you as they all made their way out of the house and down the driveway in a hale of gravel and exhaust.

You found that if you remained perfectly still you were not in too much pain. If you moved anything your balls would pull against the ring, the plug would pump into your arse, your nipple clamps and chain would swing and your wrists would pull painfully downwards on your neck. Not least was the constant pressure your cock was under, anchored downwards as it was by the padlocked PA. So your time was spent trying not to move a muscle, which was OK for a while until some ache caused you to involuntarily move, sending waves of pain through every part that was constricted or chained. There was no point is crying out; the gag would have prevented any effective noise, and anyway you were in the middle of nowhere, in a foreign country and without any visible means of support. You suffered in painful but erotic silence.

As the day was turning to dusk you heard the van return and within a few minutes your masters had taken you from the bench and removed all you items of torture, except the metal shackles and the ball ring. They pushed you outside into the shower and you were grateful for its soothing coolness around your buttocks, arse and nipples, which were all red from abuse. After drying yourself you were taken back inside the house and given more protein drink. While you were taking your drink your Masters were discussing arrangements for the evening. They had booked one slave each from the slave register and had planned to enjoy them separately and together.

You were pointed to your leather clothes and without prompting pulled on the leather pants and jacket and high boots. Everything fitted perfectly and you realized that the Masters had gone to much trouble to have you looking good for the slave bookings. A hood and gag was tied tightly over your head, the metal neck collar still visible beneath it. Your wrist cuffs were padlocked behind you and a chain attached to your collar. You were led outside and the chain leash wrapped around a tree. Compared to the abuse you had had during the day this was a heavenly bondage.

You appreciated being able to see something of your place of incarceration and torture. The house was small but well built and in the middle of the forest. A gravel driveway swept up to the house and immaculate gardens completed the effect. The appearance was that of discrete wealth and attention to detail. This fitted in with the way Master Ian had arranged this trip, leaving nothing to chance and taking every care that both you and Masters Mark and Peter would enjoy yourselves.

Day turned to night and eventually the three Masters came out of the house and released you from the tree but did not undo your wrists, which remained padlocked behind your back. You were ordered to sit in the back of the van with your back against the pole. Your elbows were drawn back behind the post by ropes and this prevented you from sliding when the van turned corners. The Masters were dressed like you, in leather pants and jackets and high boots. Each had on a masters cap. They checked they had the keys to their respective slaves padlocks.

It was Saturday evening and the roads around the leather quarter were packed. They managed to park two blocks away and, without any compromise to the original plan, untied your arms and pulled you out of the van. Bystanders stared open mouthed at the four men in leather and boots, one of whom was hooded and shackled with his wrists padlocked behind his back and being led by a chain down the street. You found this humiliating situation particularly stimulating and your cock started to get a life all its own again.

The streets became progressively more and more populated by men in leather, some dragging bound slaves, others just standing around looking. In a short time you were at the slave corner, obvious by the six leather clad and hooded men standing with their backs to poles and their wrists padlocked behind. These poles had been erected by the local leather club and proved a huge attraction, thereby increasing its business. You also noticed one naked man hog tied and gagged, with his wrists and ankle drawn upwards to a cross bar on the pole. This was a master undergoing punishment for mistreating a slave. From time to time someone would piss on him and he was wallowing in a puddle of piss and dirt.

After a few words with a man at the front door of the club, you were led to a pole and your padlocked wrists relocked behind the pole. The Masters then went around the other slaves, progressively trying their keys in their padlocks until one key succeeded in releasing a slave, then another, then another. You watched your Masters lead their slaves away by chain leashes and then realized you were really on your own. You stood there in your leather and boots, hooded, gagged and padlocked to a pole in a public street. You were grateful for the hood, which hid your embarrassment. But as you looked around you noticed that no one thought the situation was in any way unusual; it was just another night on the slave corner. Leather clad people milled around. The other slaves stood still and were not bothered when masters tried keys in their padlocks. Occasionally one fitted and the slave was led away to some waiting car. Several masters tried to unlock your padlock but without success and from the furtive way they did this, then walked quickly away, you knew they were not registered masters. Slaves were brought in and padlocked to the poles and others were taken away; the system seemed to be an integral part of the leather, master / slave community and have the approval of all concerned. At one point a naked, gagged man was led out of the club and hog tied to another pole and you knew that yet another master was being punished for transgressing the code of conduct. He seemed resigned to his fate as the rope was hauled up over the cross beam and his back arched painfully. This was the only way to get back on the register; he had to go through this pain and humiliation.

After an hour you noticed a key turning in your padlock. You wrists were quickly padlocked again behind your back and you felt strong hands push you to your knees on the sidewalk. A blindfold quickly obliterated your vision and a chain attached to your collar. You were pulled to your feet and with instructions in German, that you did not understand, you were led away.

As you struggled to walk blindfolded through the streets you reflected on your situation. You had voluntarily allowed yourself to be taken to a foreign country, tied up, fucked in the mouth and arse, abused and tortured, now handcuffed, hooded and gagged you were being led away by someone you did not know to a fate you could only dream about. Were you anxious? Yes. Were you worried? No. Were you excited beyond anything you had ever dreamed about? You’ve read this far and don’t know the answer ……?