The Dark Side Part 8

Author: ozslave124
Title: The Dark Side Part 8
Date: 15 August 2004

Part 8

The sounds from the house above suggested Master Mark was not alone. You heard several voices, one of which you recognized as that of your original Master, Peter. You were pleased that Master Peter was in the group; he was someone who treated you firmly, but with respect and you knew that you would come to no harm while he was around. You did not recognize the third voice, a deep resonant voice with a European accent. You suspect the third person was German and you remember that both Masters Peter and Mark had spent several holidays trawling the leather bars of Berlin and Hamburg.

You finished showering in the bathroom next to the dungeon and cleaned up the piss and water on the floor. You were naked apart from the heavy ball ring, which pulled your balls into the base of your ball sac. Master Mark had not given any instructions to you, so you decided to tidy up the towels, ropes, chains and condoms, which littered the dungeon after last nights activities. You cleaned the ropes and chains with water and wiped the leather straps on the cross with leather cleaner. Having cleaned and tidied everything you knelt on the floor with your hands behind your back and awaited further developments.

Shortly Master Mark’s boots were heard on the floor above followed by those of his guests. All were talking and laughing as they made their way down the steps to the dungeon. With your eyes cast down all you could see were three pairs of boots before you. You recognized Master Marks tall boots from the evening before and Master Peter’s army boots had their characteristic shine to them. The third pair of boots were black cowboy boots over tight black leather pants.

‘That’s good boy. I like a slave who cleans up his mess without being prompted. It shows that the slave knows his place as the domestic slut he is’, said Master Mark.

‘Yeah, he’s learning fast. Soon he’ll be useful as a slave for hiring out to masters around town. Some of them are real dirty pigs and he we can earn a fortune hiring him out to clean up their stinking mess’ said Master Peter.

‘He can start with cleaning my dungeon’, the new voice said quickly. ‘Of course he will need to wear my slave shackles, but I guess he’ll manage. I’ll just chain him to the wall until you can come and collect him’.

You were intrigued by the newcomer. He had a deep, sonorous voice and, despite the accent, was clearly well educated. You knew that Peter and Mark had several wealthy friends and hoped this man was one of them.

‘OK boy, here’s the deal’. Master Peter was taking charge.

‘You’ve come a long way in the past few months. Each weekend you’ve been subjected to severe and prolonged bondage and torture. You’ve been fucked in every hole, usually several times a night, without complaint. You’ve obeyed our instructions without question and without us having to the beat the shit out of you, except when it pleased us to whip your arse. Several of our friends have commented on how lucky we are and whilst we have shared you with some of them, we do not trust all of them and will protect you from them. Our new friends here, Ian, is from Germany and has invited up to his place in the forest.’

Your mind was spinning. You dared not look up without permission but you were dying to glance at this new Master. Instead you kept your eyes on the boots in front of you and your hands behind your back.

‘How does that sound boy?’

‘Thank you sir. I’d like that very much’, you replied.

‘This is no weekend trip boy. We plan to be away for a long time, maybe several months. Can you manage that?’

‘Yes sir. I think I can take leave from my job’. You knew that with your boss’s connections to the leather scene that he would be well informed of your plans and would not object.

Master Ian spoke and immediately you were aroused. ‘OK, this is what will happen. We fly to Germany next month. For the journey you will were a rubber butt plug, held in place with tight leather ropes. You will wear a rubber cock and ball ring. These devices will be put on you shortly before you go to the airport and after you’ve cleaned yourself out. On arrival you will immediately be locked into metal shackles and chains and these will be welded into position. OK?’

‘Yes sir’, you replied.

‘Today however, we have an extra treat in store for you’ Master Ian said. ‘Look at me when I speak to you.’

Without hesitation you stared at Master Ian. He was the tallest of all present, well over six feet. His muscular body was tightly encased in leather chaps and a shirt. His cock and balls swung freely and you gasped at the sight of the huge PA in his cock. You had always wanted one of these but had not had the courage to go for it. A black leather cap sat awkwardly on his blond hair. His face was framed with a short beard and you guessed he was in his thirties.

Without ceremony, Master Ian pulled you to your feet and backed you up to the pole in the middle of the dungeon. He quickly cuffed your wrists behind the pole and tied your ankles to the sides of the pole with rope. Several more ropes were used to secure your chest and belly to the pole and a rope around your neck ensured that you would not move your head. The ropes around your chest spared your padlocked nipples. If anything they were thrust forwards by the pressure of the ropes. Master Mark added a wide ball gag and tied it tightly in place.

Master Ian brought in a table and unwrapped a bunch of sterile surgical instruments. You gasped into your gag and the sweat started to run down your arms and legs. Your mind was working overtime wondering what these three masters had in mind. All three were donning sterile gloves and busy doing things with small packages. Amongst the paraphernalia you noticed a large PA ring and a couple of large nipple rings

Master Peter produced a small key and proceeded to unlock the padlocks in your nipples. This was the first time they had been removed since placed there several months ago. There was no pain as the padlocks were removed but you winced and squirmed as he forced the much larger nipple rings through the holes. The holes created by the padlocks guided the rings and Masters deft hands ensured that no flesh was torn. The extra wide rings did, however, stretch the holes and it was some minutes before this searing pain subsided. Using reverse pliers, Master Peter ensured that the ball was fixed between the open ends of the ring. There was no chance these could be removed without considerable effort.

You gasped through the ball gag and sweat poured down your face as your new nipple rings were inserted. Had you not been fixed to the pole you felt you might have passed out but the additional pain caused by the tight ropes and the ball gag kept you conscious.

‘Well done boy’ said Master Peter as he dabbed your nipples with a soothing oil and massaged it into the holes. That’s you ringed for the future.

Master Ian took over and started by washing your cock in a blue sterilizing solution. Squirm as you did you could not avoid the inevitable. You were terrified of what was going to happen and whilst you had always wanted a PA ring, you imagined you would have had it inserted under an anaesthetic. Spit dribbled from around the ball gag and sweat poured down your belly and onto your ball ring, dripping onto the floor. Master Mark grabbed and steadied your cock, opening up the piss hole at the same time. Although the rope around you neck prevented you looking down you could sense what was happening. Master Mark dripped a soothing gel into your piss hole and massaged it around into the hole and around the outside. You suspected this was an anaesthetic, but prepared yourself for the worst anyway.

After five minutes Master Ian returned holding a large needle with a plastic sheath. You had not seen such large needles before and groaned into your gag. Master Peter held a bottle of amyl to your nose and you took several deep breaths before you started to relax, only to lurch awake and scream into the gag and Master Ian thrust the needle through your piss hole and out the back of your cock. You had never known such pain. It felt as though your cock were being nailed to a cross. Even your balls ached as the shear terror of the ordeal caused your ball sac to contract against the heavy ball ring.

Master Ian worked on regardless of your grunting and squirming. He removed the needle, leaving the plastic sheath in place, then placed the end of the PA ring in the sheath and pulled it through the hole. There was no further pain, just more pushing and pulling and at the end he screwed the ball to the open end of the PA and let it hang down. As he stepped backwards you noticed that there was no blood on his hands. From the amount of pain you had experienced you had expected there to be blood everywhere. All Masters mumbled amongst themselves, showing no concern that you were in any danger and this gave you confidence that they knew what they had done was successful.

It was five minutes before you had stopped screaming into the gag and regulated your breathing. The tears that ran down your face merged with the sweat on you body and dried to salty streaks. You had forgotten altogether about the pain in your nipples; the dull throbbing in your cock commanded all your attention.

‘OK boy, that’s it. You’re ringed and PA’d and ready to travel. The PA will take a couple of weeks to settle down so don’t fiddle with it, just wash it with soap and water when you are in the shower. We went straight for the large size so you won’t need it replacing’, said Master Ian with the authority of an expert.

The gag and bonds were removed and you slumped onto Master Peter who lowered you gently to sit on the floor. You stared at your new piercings. The nipple rings were thick and heavy. The PA was a size zero and weighed your cock down. When you stood up it caused jabs of pain as it banged against your ball ring. Immediately your saw it though your started to get an erection. You had not seen anything so erotic before and you were glad of this final act confirming your role as a slave.

‘Now boy, how are you going to thank your Masters?’ said master Peter with a sneer. His erect cock suggested that no answer was really necessary.

Within seconds you were collared, on your knees again and cuffed with hands behind the pole. Your feet were tied behind the pole and the collar anchored in place so that your head was immobile once again. You knew what was coming and opened your mouth expectantly. Being fucked in the mouth seemed a small discomfort after what you had been through.

One after the other your three Masters took advantage of your open and willing mouth. When not fucking your face they sucked each other so that eventually all three shot their loads over you. This was the ultimate humiliation for you - cuffed, collared, tied, ringed and PA’d and being used and a fuck / suck slave. You relished your position and your erect cock with its PA served to demonstrate your joy.

You were released from the pole and allowed to shower. Your street clothes were in a bag and you put them on, carefully so as not to knock your new piercings. There was no escape, however, from the pressure of your tight jeans on the PA and you walked very carefully to avoid further rubbing. Your Masters had prepared a meal and in the later afternoon they sat at a table to eat, whilst you ate like a dog from a bowl on the floor.

The Masters discussed arrangements for the upcoming trip and, having had your agreement, did not involve you in the discussion further, other than to allow you to overhear the conversation. A departure date was fixed for some six weeks in the future and you were instructed to make arrangements for a long stay overseas. This only meant locking the door of your apartment and making sure someone collected your mail.

At the end of the day and with your new piercings starting to ache and throb you caught a taxi home. You contemplated the upcoming trip. The Masters told you not to bring any baggage other than a set of travel clothes. The thought of what this meant sent spasms of pain through your cock again as it strained with its PA against your jeans.