The Dark Side Part 5

Author: ozslave124
Title: The Dark Side Part 5
Date: 30 March 2004

Part 5

After an hour of sitting in the train your padlocked nipples were starting to ache. You presumed Master Peter had used local anaesthetic when piercing your nipples and inserting the small padlocks, because it did not hurt at the time. Now, two hours later, every jolt of the train sent knives of pain through your nipples. You thought this would last a couple of days and wondered how you would deal with work in your office. Fortunately you sat at a desk most of the day and there should not be a problem but you would have to forget about squash and gym workouts for a week. Standing up in the train there was less pain from your nipples but the welded metal ball ring pulled your testes into the base of the ball sacks and this was another pain to be reckoned with.

Despite your pain you were very happy. You had endured a weekend of unforgettable bondage, torture and rape but you had enjoyed every minute of it. You felt safe in the hands of Master Peter and on the second day you had met Master Mark, who had promised to be in touch with you. Despite the fact that Master Peter had invited his friends to tie and abuse you he made sure you came to no harm.

You were calm and at peace with yourself. All your petty worries and work problems seemed ridiculously trivial and you vouched to forget about them. Everything seemed so much clearer now. This enabled you to focus on the bigger picture of your life, your work and your future. The first decision you would make would be to go work for the accounting firm in the city, which had promised you a senior position. You were noncommittal when they offered you the job last week, thinking it would be disloyal of you to leave your current firm. You now realize there are larger things in life than loyalty to some small accounting firm in the suburbs. You would resign first thing tomorrow and take up the city offer. The second decision you would make would be to be positive about your future. There was no reason why you should not try those new management strategies at the new firm and they were sure to make you and the firm a fortune. Yes, things would change from now on.

As the train neared the city your mind wandered to Master Mark. Master Peter did not mind when he said he wanted to meet you later. In fact Master Peter seemed almost pleased with this arrangement. You knew they were good friends and both successful businessmen in the city. Like Master Peter, Master Mark seemed gentle compared to the rough handling from the other masters over the weekend. He was firm, knew what he wanted, but in forcing you to comply he was gentle and affectionate. You knew you would be safe in his hands.

Both Masters had given strict instructions, that the butt plug must be inserted every night and tied in place. You knew you would do this unfailingly. The ball ring and nipple padlocks would remain in place until they decided otherwise. You were bound to them by the physical evidence and by their trust in you as a slave.

It was dark by the time you got home so you showered and prepared for bed. As you inserted the butt plug you immediately got an erection then realized that despite being erect for the whole weekend, you had not shot your load. You beat off furiously and a massive amount of splashed cum over the bathroom floor. As you viewed your naked body in front of the mirror, with its padlocks and ball ring and the ropes tying in the butt plug, you got erect again. You suspected this would be an ongoing problem and the only way you could avoid beating off repeatedly was to cuff your hands behind you. You got your hand cuffs and locked your wrists behind you back. Immediately you felt the memories of the weekend surging back and you felt calm. You went to bed and slept soundly.

As the alarm woke you with a start you tried to turn it off and only succeeded in banging your head on the table and nearly tearing your nipples off as you had forgotten about the cuffs and the nipple padlocks. It took you ages to get the key in the cuffs, release yourself and get ready for work. In order to hide the impression of the padlocks on your white business shirt you wore an undershirt. Fortunately the ball ring would be hidden in your pants but you still felt the pressure on your balls when you stood up.

At work you confirmed that the new position was still open and the manager said he looked forward to having you start next week. Your boss was not happy that you were leaving but suggested there were more where you came from, reconfirming your resolve to get out at the end of the week, at the same time wondering why you had stuck it so long. Loyalty was not even skin deep with this crowd.

In the afternoon you got two phone calls. The first was from your new manager, who said to be sure to bring your social security card next week. Before he hung up he said how much he had enjoyed meeting you at the weekend. Before you could answer he had hung up. What did he mean, meeting you at the weekend. You had never seen him before. Was he one of the masters at Master Peter?s house? That?s the only possible way he could have met you. You thought the circle of BDSM masters in town was small; now it seemed to be bursting out in all directions.

The other phone call was from Master Mark. He immediately had your full attention and as he spoke you found yourself answering him with ??. sir?. How easily you had become a slave. Master Mark said he had put in a good word for you at your new firm and that you would have no trouble settling in. You wondered last week how you had been offered the job by just sending your resume; not even an interview. Now you realized that Master Mark was a significant person in the city and when he said something, people jumped. You relished the though of serving this powerful man. He told you that he was arranging something for the weekend so not to make any arrangements.

Arrangements! You had forgotten all about your other friends and were prepared to let everything go except serving your Masters. Form then on, whenever you felt the tug of the ball ring or when the nipple padlocks caught on your shirt you surged with enthusiasm not only for the prospects of the weekend but even for your work. Your colleagues commented that you must be on drugs, you seemed so happy and keen. They were even more surprised when they heard that you had resigned, expecting you to loose all interest in your current job. Not so. Life seemed there to enjoy and you put your everything into every moment of it.

On the Thursday Master Mark phoned you with instructions for the weekend. You would be his entry at an exhibition of slaves at the local leather club. You had been to the club once but were shy and did not mix with the others. Now you would be exhibited for all to see and despite your shyness, would have no control over what would happen. The idea got you hard immediately and you hoped it did not show through your pants. His instructions were to start on the liquid protein diet so that you would not be full of shit. Also be sure you get a No 1 buzz cut. Three enemas the evening beforehand; butt plug tied in place, chaps, boots, leather jacket, then just wait in your apartment. You knew your head would not remain uncovered for long. Master Peter said he had a hood for you.

That evening you visited the hair dressers for a No 1 hair cut. You felt much more the slave when you saw yourself in the mirror with hardly any hair left on your head.

You threw yourself back into your work and even on your last day you completed more accounts that the rest of the office put together. As you cleared out your desk you could hardly contain your excitement at leaving, but you bid everyone a warm goodbye.

You rushed home and immediately started the enema preparations. From the start the water was almost clear so you were happy that you would not get punished for leaving shit in there. You decided to use a slightly larger butt plug, which you had just purchased. The old butt plug slipped in very easily during its nightly insertion and you were afraid it would fall out, despite tying it firmly into place. The new plug went in after a struggle and your arse clamped around the base. You wrapped the rope around your waist and then between you legs and over the plug, spreading it around your cock and ball ring, and tying it front and back. Next the chaps and boots felt snug and they emphasized the ball ring and butt plug. The plug felt comfortable when you were standing but was painful when you sat on a chair, as it was forced deeper into your arse.

Five minutes to go and you assumed the position of subservience in the hallway, on your knees, hands behind your back and looking at the floor. The roar of a motor bike faded as it entered the car park under your apartment building. Two minute later you heard the thud of booted feet on the stairs outside your door. You had left he door unlocked and within a few seconds you saw a pair of knee high boots and leather covered muscular legs standing before you. The smell of leather and exhaust fumes was powerful.

Without saying anything, Master Mark went past you and into the living room. You dared not look, so kept your eyes caste down to the floor. You heard the thump of a heavy bag dropped to the floor then the chink of glass as Master poured himself a drink from your expensive liquor collection. You rarely drank but always kept a comprehensively stocked drinks cabinet for friends.

?Here boy. Crawl over to me? commanded Master.

With head bowed you crawled on all fours to Masters booted feet. He lifted his legs up onto your back and crossed his legs, using you as a footstool. The weight of his booted feet and his muscular legs caused your back to sink and you struggled to stop it sagging. Master flicked on the TV to watch the evening stock market reports, congratulating himself as the report indicated that he had made another small fortune today.

When Master Mark had finished his drink he took his feet of you and sank into the chair.

?Turn around and look at me boy?, he said in a commanding way that left no room for discussion.

You swiveled around to look him in the face. At first his appearance took your breath away. You remembered his handsome features from the previous weekend but when he was standing over your spread eagled body in the fading light you had not got a clear look. His chiseled features and muscular frame attested to many hours spent in the gym. He was well groomed and wore expensive leather clothes. A gold watch glinted from beneath the cuff of his leather jacket. When he spoke it was with a cultured accent, confirming a privileged upbringing.

?OK boy, this is the scene. This weekend you are mine. Understand??

?Yes sir? you replied without hesitation.

?Tonight is the Annual Exhibition of Slaves at the leather club. You will be my exhibit. You will be taken to the club as a slave and for the entire evening you will be kept bound. At the club slaves will be put into three slave positions and slaves will be judged on these positions and anything else the master does with the slave. For the moment you don?t need to know any more details. Masters and slaves will arrive early so that slaves can be prepared before the others arrive?

?I understand sir?. You were thrilled with this prospect of public bondage and servitude, but wondered what the ?anything else? referred to. Whipping maybe. Fucking, probably not, but Master is very liberated and it might be part of the act he had in mind. Whatever, you were sure you would not have any say in the activities.

?If at any time you complain, or decide you don?t want to continue, you can nod your head three times and you will be released. At that point you will discontinue any relationship with me. Understand??

?Yes sir. That will not happen sir?.

?Good, now face away and put your hands behind you.?

Hand cuffs were deftly applied and locked to prevent tightening. The cuffs were much heavier than your own and you suspect they were genuine prison cuffs. Next master pulled a leather hood over your head. The hood had pin holes for the eyes and a hole for the mouth. He cinched it by tightly tying the cords at the back and threaded a studded collar through the holes in the neck part. The collar was fasted with a heavy padlock. Into your mouth he forced a ball gag, tightening the straps around the back of your head.

Your field of vision was limited by the pin holes but you could see immediately in front. Master then pulled a back helmet from his bag and put it over your head, fastening the chin straps. It was impossible to see through the helmet so nobody could see the hooded and gagged head inside. The only part that was visible was the studded collar and padlock at the back of your neck.

?OK boy, lets go?.

Master pushed you out of the door and then you took the fire stairs to the car park in the basement. This way Master avoided and traffic on the main apartment stairs. You stepped carefully, feeling the edges of the stairs with your feet before going down. You did not want to trip and fall head first.

In the basement car park you could see Masters powerful bike parked in the shadows. He pushed you towards it and commanded you to sit of the pillion seat. As you straddled the bike you started to loose your balance but Masters arms were there immediately to steady you and guide you to the seat. As you lowered yourself you felt the butt plug forced further into your arse and you grunted at the pain. Master placed your boots on the foot rests and you felt metal clamps drawn around your ankles, fixing them to the bike. With your cuffed hands you could feel the grab rails at the back of the bike and using a padlock Master fixed the cuffs to the rail. You grasped the rail to steady yourself, for what you knew would be a 10 Km twisting journey.

Master mounted the bike and gunned it into action. Within seconds you were speeding along the dark streets of the city. You grabbed the rail hard as the bike twisted in and out of traffic and wondered how you would explain your situation to the Police if they stopped the bike. At traffic lights you noticed that adjacent car drivers saw your cuffed hands and clamped feet and their jaws dropped, but the bike sped away before they would do anything. Occasionally a car would pip its horn and you knew that you had been noticed. You enjoyed this anonymous enslavement, wondering if any of your colleagues of friends were seeing the spectacle without realizing who was inside that leathered and hooded body.

The traffic thinned as you approached the club. The entrance was down a quiet back street and you noticed that not many bikes or cars were parked in the parking lot. You did notice a master leading a slave by a collar and leash towards the entrance. The slave wore leather shorts and boots only and was cuffed and gagged. He glanced at your body bound to the back of the bike as you passed.

Your mind was racing trying to think what would be in store for you tonight. You had dreamed of public bondage and humiliation and only your shyness had prevented this in the past. Now you had surrendered yourself to Master Mark and had already lost control over your fate.

The bike pulled into a parking space and died when Master removed the key. Master removed your helmet then said ?wait here? and went into the club, leaving you bound to the bike. Other club goers passed the bike and a few stopped to look at the spectacle of a boy in leather and boots, hooded and gagged and chained to a motor bike. You were totally unable to talk with them, or move and their comments and laughter heightened your arousal; you knew you were at their mercy if they decided to do anything to you.

Time passed. Your arse ached from the butt plug and your were beginning to wonder if Master Mark would leave you there all night.