The Dark Side Part 7

Author: ozslave124
Title: The Dark Side Part 7
Date: 15 August 2004

Part 7

As you sped towards the exclusive outer suburbs you thought about your situation. Here you were, handcuffed, hooded and gagged, chained on the back of a motorbike with your arse exposed, cock and weighted balls bouncing on the seat and nipples padlocked. You had spent a great evening as Master Mark’s slave and, although you knew he was a friend of Master Peter, you had no idea if he would beat the shit out of you, strangle you or otherwise put an end to your life. You prayed that your instincts were correct; Master Mark seemed powerful but gentle, firm but affectionate and, above all, you had not had any glimmer that he had a nasty streak, and he had had plenty of time to harm you if he wanted to. Besides, people had seen you leave the club with him; but who can tell what story he had told them.

The streets became progressively less trafficked, the houses scattered and behind tall brick walls. At the end of one leafy street Master Mark slowed to a crawl and stopped in front of impressive solid carved gates. They looked menacing as he pushed a remote control and they groaned as they parted. The single track inside the gates was illuminated by lamps in the manicured gardens, beyond which you could see expanses of moon-lit lawn and large, established trees. The small, double storied house loomed into view and you noted the finely crafted wooden latticework and gables over the doors and double glass doors on the front of the house. A garage door opened remotely and Master Mark drove in and parked next to a dark green Jaguar, beyond which you noticed an older Rolls Royce. The cars gleamed in the bright garage lights and were clearly object of great affection. The triple garage space was otherwise home to a variety of tools and boxes, all neatly arranged. The appearance was one of organization and efficiency.

Master Mark removed your helmet, hood, handcuffs and leg clamps and told you to kneel on the floor and wait. You cast you eyes to the floor and, with your hands behind you, assumed the slaves position, which you had come to know very well. Your weighted balls swung between your legs and beneath your leather jacket you felt your padlocked nipples whenever you moved. Although the floor felt hard on your knees you knew better than to move, or complain. You focused on the evenings activities to distract your mind from the pain.

When Master Mark returned he attached a heavy chain to the ball ring and pulled you to your feet.

‘Follow me’ he ordered and, without any chance for a response, pulled you forward and into the house through and internal door. The heavy chain pulled your balls into the lowest part of your ball sack but you dared not touch them. Instead you kept you hands behind your back.

Through an inconspicuous door Master led you down a wooden stair-case to a basement, dimly illuminated by a couple of wall lights. Within a short while you realized this was the dungeon that Master Peter had told you about. In one corner a St Andrew’s Cross was pivoted on a large, central bolt, with multiple straps along each limb to fix a slave without any possibility of moving. A small metal cage was in another corner. From the ceiling hung a variety of chains and ropes, including chains with metal neck collars attached. The walls were lined with all manner of bondage equipment, such as in a BDSM store. A metal gym frame dominated the center of the dungeon. From each corner of the frame hung chains and handcuffs and a rope noose hung from the center of the top bar. To one side a rubber, padded table had fixation points around its edge and a central hole for arse or cock and ball work. Hanging in one corner was a variety of hoods, collars, gags, leather and rubber clothing, whips and paddles. You noticed a small bathroom off to one side.

Without ceremony Master Mark pulled you to the floor and padlocked the chain to a bolt in the floor, forcing your legs apart and you balls to within a few inches of the floor. He quickly pulled a tight rubber hood over your head. There were pin holes over the eyes and the mouth hole was filled with a ball gag which Master tied tightly behind your head. You felt the collar tighten and then a click as a further padlock ensured the hood would not be removed. Master removed your leather jacket and deftly applied rigid handcuffs which enabled no movement of your hands behind your back. He applied leather cuffs to your elbows and pulled them firmly together behind your back.

You squatted there, fixed by your ball ring to the floor, hooded, gagged, with your elbows and wrists firmly anchored behind your back. After a few moments you felt Master apply chains to your padlocked nipples. Nobody had touched your nipples since they were pierced and the padlocks locked into places some 8 days before. There was no pain, just a pulling sensation as chains were lifted up and attached to some point in the ceiling. Any movement downwards however, resulted in pain in your nipples and any movement upwards cause your balls to be painfully stretched. You groaned with satisfaction when as you settled into you new slave position. Although you could not see anything that was not immediately in front of you, you detected that Master had left the dungeon and heard his booted feet on the stairs up to the house.

The dim light in the dungeon enabled you to fix your limited vision on the equipment around you. Although you were naked you were not cold. The dungeon was heated via ceiling ducts and every now and then you heard a distant heater turn on. The tiles on the floor were old and cracked, but clean and you smelled a faint aroma of disinfectant. The equipment and dungeon appeared well used but clean and well maintained. This scene gave you confidence that this Master was experienced, careful and likely to take care of his slaves, as well as he did his property.

You heard thumping around in the main house above you as master moved from room to room. You heard water running as master had a shower, then more thumping as he replaced his boots and moved around the house again. You estimated you had been chained up for an hour before you heard Masters footsteps on the dungeon stairs. Without ceremony Master Mark unchained your ball ring and pulled you to your feet. He attached a chain to your rigid handcuffs and pulled it over a ceiling beam. As he pulled on the chain your arms were raised painfully behind your back. With the hood and gag in place you could only grunt and gasp. As your arms were raised up, your head was thrust forwards and when Master attached another chain to the front of your collar and pulled it to the bolt hole in the floor, you were fixed in position. As a final gesture to fixing you in position Master attached leather cuffs to each ankle and fixed them wide apart via chains to more bolt holes in the floor. You could neither move upwards nor downwards, to the right or to the left. The chain attached to your nipples hung down in front of you and, although it remained fixed to the ceiling it was not under tension.

In this position your arse for completely exposed and your balls hung down weighted by the ring. You felt Masters hands caressing your buttocks and balls and stoking your rigid cock. This caused spasms of erotic tension which caused you to strain against your arms and neck and sent your weighted balls swinging. Master slowly entered your arse with his fingers and smeared lubricant around and inside your hole. You felt him enter with one, two, three fingers and stretch your arse by flexing his fingers and moving them in and out repeatedly. You then felt him grasp your waist and fix you onto his erect cock which he slowly worked inside you. He thrust deeper and deeper until the whole shaft was buried in your arse. Slowly he pumped away, sometimes playing around the entrance, sometimes thrusting up to his pubic hairs, at which stage you felt his leather clad legs banging against your buttocks. He took delight in varying his thrusting motion, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, sometime moving in a circular motion, so you never knew what to expect. The whole scene had you trembling with excitement and your cock was oozing pre cum onto the tiled floor. You were able only to groan as any movement was impossible.

Eventually Master made a series of deep lunges and held himself deep inside you as you felt the warm rush of semen fill his condom. He held himself there for what seemed like eternity before pulling out. You heard him remove the condom and then felt the caress of a towel, as he wiped your arse. He continued to play with your arse and after a short while you felt your arse stretching again as he inserted a butt plug. The plug was larger than his cock and you groaned and bucked as he pushed past the widest part of the plug. With a groan of relieve you felt your muscles clamp around the narrow base. Master tied a rope around your waist then between your legs to fasten the butt plug in place.

By this time your arms were aching and your neck was sore from being pulled down to the floor. Master released the hand and elbow cuffs and untied your ankles. He released the chain around your neck which enabled you to stand upright again. With the hood and gag still in place you sighed with relief and massaged some life back into your wrists and hands before a smart whack on your arse with a whip brought you to your senses. How could you have thought to do something without permission? You quickly bought your hands behind your back, in the slaves position and bowed your hooded head in submission.

‘That’s better’ Master Mark growled as he pushed you forwards towards the St Andrew’s Cross, dragging the chain attached to your ball ring behind you.

He turned you so that your back was to the cross then lifted your legs onto the foot rests. He quickly fastened the straps around your legs and arms then three straps across your chest and abdomen and one around each upper thigh. You were unable to move. Master fastened the collar to another bolt hole before removing the gag. The fresh air was so sweat as you cleared the spit from your mouth and licked you lips.

‘Thank you sir’, was all you could say, but the relief was real.

The chain, still hanging from your balls, was looped and tied so that it hung only a short length from your ball ring. The weight however, ensured that your balls were forced to the deepest part of the sac.

Without warning Master started to turn the cross like the hand on a clock. When you were horizontal the heavy chain wrenched you balls sideways and as you opened your mouth to gasp Master thrust his erect cock into you open mouth. Because your neck was fixed to the frame you could not avoid the thrusting cock.

‘Suck it boy and don’t bite’.

You opened your mouth as wide as it would go in order to accommodate Masters huge member. You tasted the condom which Master said he would use, at least until he knew you and your habits a little more. You wondered how Master managed to maintain his erection, having just cum in your arse, but he had no trouble maintaining a rock hard cock. As he thrust deeper and deeper you gagged and felt some spit come into your mouth, to lubricate Masters cock even more. You felt powerless; hooded, plugged and tied to the cross you had no control of your body or who should choose to abuse it. The pain from your stretched balls and the plug in your arse ensured you did not loose your own erection.

Master pounded your mouth mercilessly. As your jaws began to ache you could no longer keep it open and in a flash Master withdrew and slapped you on the arse as he felt your teeth on his cock. Immediately he forced your mouth open again and inserted an ‘O’ gag which keep your teeth well apart. He tied the straps tightly behind your neck so there was no chance of your jaws coming together again. He resumed fucking your mouth and you periodically gagged when his dick hit the back of your throat. This seemed to excite Master even more. The collar anchored your head so you had no way to avoid the onslaught. With one heave he thrust into the very depths of your throat and you felt him shudder as he spurted yet another load into your body.

Without ceremony Master Mark withdrew his cock and straightened the cross so that you were once again positioned vertical. The chains now pulled your balls painfully downwards but at least your feet rested on the foot-rests and the pressure from the straps was relieved on your arms and legs. Master untied the ‘O’ gag and replaced it with a bit gag. Even on top of the mask the gag pulled painfully on the corners of your mouth as Master tightened the straps before going back upstairs into the house.

The dim light was poor company and only enabled to focus your limited vision on the other items of torture in the dungeon. As time passed your mind turned over the events of the past 24 hours; the humiliation at the club, the near naked ride, the abuse in the dungeon and all the time your body had been the property of Master Mark. He had ensured you had no control of it by constantly keeping it exposed, cuffed and bound and by making sure you had no say in events by keeping you gagged and hooded. Here you were, plugged, gagged, hooded and bound to the cross. Slave heaven, you thought and your erect cock and balls ached for release. Any movement, slight though it was, only caused searing pain in your chained and weighted balls, so you kept as still as possible.

It seemed like hours before you realized that there was no movement in the house above you. You strained to listen but silence was all that surrounded you. You realized that Master had gone to sleep, leaving you tied to the cross. More hours passed and you eventually dozed off. The night passed and you were intermittently awakened by pain in your balls or pain in your arse as your muscles relaxed and the plug moved slightly downwards forcing the wider part of the plug to stretch your arse. Each time you woke gasping for air as your head had moved slumped forwards and the collar threatened to cut off your breathing. Each time you forced yourself to regulate your breathing and calm down. Spit dribbled from around the bit gag so you were not struggling to swallow it.

On one occasion you could no longer hold your piss and you groaned with relief as you pissed onto the tiled floor; a small moment of pleasure when all around you was pain.

Eventually your arms became quite numb and whilst you could move your fingers you noticed that you had no feeling in them. Your legs seemed OK, notwithstanding the tight straps which anchored them to the cross.

More time passed. Eventually you heard the dawn chorus in the garden and through a chink in the blacked windows you noticed daylight. Banging on the floors above you indicated that Master was awake and shortly he came down the stairs, naked. Firstly he removed the bit gag and hood and you gasped as the cool, fresh air hit your face. He then removed the chain from your balls and all the straps which secured you to the cross. In the end you were fixed only by your neck collar and as he released this you slumped forwards over his shoulders. You realized you had lost all power in your arms and legs and as Master lowered you into the pool of piss on the floor you struggled randomly to get some circulation moving. On the cold tiles slowly sensation returned but it was another 10 minutes before you could stand without falling over.

Wearing on the ball weight and butt plug Master lead you into the bathroom and instructed you to remove the plug then take a shower. You sat on the toilet and released the rope fixing the plug in place. Surprisingly the plug did not fall out but you had to force it out, eventually pulling on it from below. An explosion of shit and air followed and you were grateful to be on the toilet. Master Mark stood over you with his arms folded. He said he wanted to piss and with more ado proceeded to piss over you, saturating your hair and rivulets of piss running around your body and onto the floor and toilet. He then left silently.

The shower felt so good. Warm and cleansing it helped ease the aches out of your muscles and enabled you to clean the dried sweat and piss from your skin. You dared no linger around your cock and balls with the soap as you felt an erection start whenever you went near them. Since Master did not return you dried yourself and decided you had better clean the piss of the bathroom and dungeon floors, or you imagine he would have you licking it up.

Just as you were finishing wiping the floors you were startled by the sound of boots on floorboards, laughter and chairs scraping.