The Dark Side Part 9

Author: ozslave124
Title: The Dark Side - Part 9
Date: 12 September 2004

The Dark Side - Part 9

The next six weeks dragged by. At work you were pleased that your boss had no objection to your being absent for a long spell. You knew your boss had links with the leather community and you suspected he was fully informed by your Masters of the plans for the trip. You even wondered how active your boss was in the leather scene, when you saw him hoon into the car park on his Harley, complete with leather pants and jacket and knee high boots. Of course, by the time he reached his office he was the epitome of the city financier, with tailored suit and smart shoes. Occasionally you caught his eye and thought you detected a secret grin, but nothing was ever said and you were grateful he allowed you to get on with your work. Through his guidance you had achieved huge profits for the company and it was this, along with your obvious dedication to the company that gave you the authority amongst your work mates to take some time off.

You organized things at the office so that your absence would not affect your clients. At the end of the day you were happy that you had made all the right decisions and that there would be no problem when you returned. In the evenings you could think of nothing but your trip, the bondage / slavery trip of a lifetime.

Within a few days of their insertion, the nipple rings had ceased to ache, except when you knocked them. Your PA was remarkably pain free, unless you played with your cock. The large PA weighted your cock between your legs, until you got an erection but it was some weeks before you could massage it without feeling as though your cock had flames coming from it.

A week before your departure you received your ticket and a set of instructions from Master Peter. You were to travel on the same plane but he and Master Mark would be in business class while you would be in economy. You thought the journey would take a couple of hours only, so this did not bother you too much. Your dietary instructions were much the same as before. You were to stop eating anything 3 days before departure, other than the high protein, high calorie drink you had used in the past. This meant that within a day your stomach was empty and a few douches day of departure cleaned out any residual shit.

You got your apartment in order, diverted your mail and stopped all deliveries. Three days before departure you received a package in the mail from Master Peter, which contained a medium sized rubber butt plug and a rubber cock and ball ring. You understood that anything metal would set of the detectors at the airport so you were grateful that these were solid rubber. You practiced inserting and tying in the butt plug so that it would not fall out. The cock and ball ring kept your cock erect and your balls pulled tightly into their sacs. Your PA strained at the tip of your cock and it took a lot of pushing to get the whole works into you jocks and tight jeans. Your cock was plainly visible through the faded and worn jeans. The whole arrangement was as hot as hell, without actually being naked. You practiced walking and sitting with the plug in and the cb rings in place and whilst there was no problem for a short period, after 20 minutes your arse was aching and you were squirming to relieve the pressure in you cock and balls.

The instructions also called for you to wear a white sweat shirt and boots. You could wear your leather jacket if it was cold. The only things you packed into your carry on bag were some toiletries and spare pair of jocks.

On the day of departure you met Masters Peter and Mark at the airport. By this time you had had the butt plug in for an hour and it was already making your arse ache. Your cock and balls were straining against their rubber rings and bulged from the front of your jeans, obvious to anyone who glanced between your legs. Masters were delighted with the effect and at your obvious discomfort. You received more than a few stares from the airline check-in guys, one of whom offered to up grade you, but you thought better of disobeying Masters instructions.

Your two Masters were dressed in casual clothes but you noticed them checking in four heavy suitcases which you suspect were not full of beachwear. Masters’ boots alone would have taken one suitcase and they had a dungeon full of gear at home.

You all hung around in the departure lounge and shortly before boarding you thought to empty your bladder so as not to have to go to the toilet on the plane, with associated parading yourself in front of the passengers. You locked yourself in a cubicle and opened your fly. Your engorged cock burst out, relieved to be free of the constricting jeans. Piss went everywhere but in the bowl; there was no way you could point your cock down. You felt the butt plug, which was firmly tied in place and gave the rope and extra hitch to make sure the plug would not fall out. After much heaving and pushing you got your cock back in your jeans and returned to the lounge. Masters were pleased with the drop of precum that was staining your jeans. This served to demonstrate the PA, which was perfectly outlined now.

Blushing with embarrassment you made your way to the back of the plane and gently lowered yourself onto the seat, covering your legs and all that lay between them with a pillow. Whilst the seat was soft you knew that after an hour it would be like a plank. You felt the butt plug being force against the wide flange and into your arse another inch. This was just enough to stretch you to your limit and you gritted your teeth as you fastened your seat belt. Things were not too bad while the plane was stationary but as it started to judder on take off, and at every lurch due to turbulence the plug shot spasms of pain into your arse and you gripped the arm rests, praying for the plane to be still. Each movement sent the plug further into your arse and massaged another drop of fluid from your prostate and onto your jeans.

Mercifully you did not need to visit the toilet during the flight but you avoided drinking anything just in case. You tried reading but the pain in your arse and the throbbing of your engorged cock refocused your mind on your role as a slave. It seemed that your period as a bound slave started a long time before you arrived in Germany.

Landing was particularly uncomfortable and you tried to ease the pressure in your arse by pushing up slightly on the armrests. It worked to a degree but you had to sit on the plug eventually. What a relief as you stood to exit the plane, holding your leather jacket in front on the wet patch on your jeans. It was warm outside so you held your jacket in place, until it was whipped away by Master Mark in the terminal. You received more stares at your bulge and the growing wet stain outlining your PA, but quickly the bags arrived and you all went outside where you were met by Master Ian.

The specific arrangements had been kept from you. You knew you were to be kept as a bondage slave for as while, although no dates had been told to you. You’d arranged a couple of months off work, just in case Masters had some long-term ideas. Master Ian was semi retired but you knew that Masters Peter and Mark had work to go back to. Whatever the duration, the thought of this long period as a slave, rather than the usual night or long weekend, was sure to have a lasting impression on you. Already you lived for your next bondage / slavery session with whatever of your two Masters wanted you. You whole life was refocused on being a slave. This curiously enhanced your work as you no longer dreaded another boring weekend hanging around bars and street corners hoping for more than the usual quick fuck. You knew that sessions with Masters Peter and Mark were full on, leather and bondage, no holes barred, all night or weekend affairs, sometimes with other masters, sometimes in isolated rural locations and always with you completely at their mercy.

Master Ian was dressed in tight jeans, boots and a black sweatshirt and leather jacket. He looked every bit the leather master and his muscular body towering above everyone else drew more than a few stares. Dragging your Masters bags you all walked through the car park and stopped at a black, windowless kombi van. You put the bags in the back then climbed in after them. Master Ian got in the drivers seat and Masters Peter and Mark got into the back with you. Master Ian gave instructions from the front seat, that all the gear Masters Peter and Mark would need was in the wooden box at the base of the pole.

You were told to strip, which you did, relieved that you could release your engorged cock and balls. You folded your clothes and kneeled with hands behind your back, eyes cast down to the floor like a good slave. You were instructed you removed your butt plug and cb rings, which you did. You slid the butt plug out slowly and were relieved that only a small amount of mucous followed the plug and this was easily wiped away. The relief to have that huge plug out caused you to sigh, which earned you a slap on the dick.

‘Shut up boy and bend over’ said Master Peter as he pushed your head down onto the floor.

He opened your legs wide and you knew what was going to happen. Without discussion he massaged more lubricant into your arse and you caught a glimpse of a cone shaped butt plug much wider than anything you had experienced in the past and tapering to a narrow neck. It required all your concentration to remain silent, to breath deeply and to relax your arse which was already tender from the rubber plug. Master Peter slowly pushed the plug in until it reached the widest part. You were beside yourself with pain and try as you might you could not relax any more. Master Mark produced some amyl and after a few whiffs you felt a little more relaxed and after some hefty pushed and twisting the plug sunk in, so that your arse tightened around the narrow neck. Although there was no chance this would fall out chains were threaded through a loop in the base plate and around your balls and cock to be tightened and padlocked to a leather belt that was padlocked around your waist. Chains also passed up your arse crack to be padlocked to the belt at the back.

You were then instructed to stand up and hold onto the bars on the roof of the van. The weight of the butt plug was immediately obvious when you stood up and you were glad of the fixing chains. Your legs were spread again and a heavy ball weight fixed in place so that your balls were, once again, forced into the bottom of the ball sac. You put your hands down and a thick leather hood was placed over your head. There were holes for your nose but no eyeholes and the integral gag filled your mouth. The hood was tied tightly at the back and then straps further fixed the hood in place across your eyes, under your chin, around the gag and, of course, around your neck. You heard padlocks securing each of these straps and knew that the hood would not be removed for a long time.

You were maneuvered back towards the pole, which was cold against your back. Your hands were pulled behind the pole and, with your wrists crossed, tied tightly. Your elbows were similarly pulled back and tied behind the post. Further rope was added to your arms and around your chest and belly so that you were firmly fixed to the pole. Ropes then tied your ankles, knees and thighs to the pole so that movement in any direction was impossible. A padlock secured your collar to the pole. Although you were tightly tied to the pole the only discomfort you felt was from the butt plug in your arse.

Suddenly you felt searing pain in you right then left nipple as a chain was padlocked between them. A weight was attached to your ball ring which further pulled your balls downwards into their sac. Your cock, which until then had been erect, began to deflate as you focused on the pain in your nipples. As you began to wonder what more they could do to you felt someone washing your cock and massaging lubricant into the piss hole. You had been catheterized before so you knew what to expect. Slowly the catheter was pushed in and squirm as you did you could not escape it. After a sudden urge to piss the catheter was in and the balloon inflated so that it would not fall out. A bag was attached to the end and tied to your left leg. You knew this indicated a long journey.

Hooded, gagged, collared, pierced, plugged, catheterized and tied tightly to a pole you wondered what you had let yourself in for. As your mind wandered to felt the Masters pull a heavy canvas sack over you, tying it at the top and bottom and around your neck. A hole for your nose enabled you to breath, but nothing else. More ropes tied the canvas bag in place so that you were disguised as a sack and hardly recognizable as the bound slave you were.

You heard doors opening and closing and shortly after the van started it journey. You had no sense of direction and could only detect sharp corners when your rope bonds pulled against you. You balls weights bounced around painfully and the nipple chain pulled down sharply whenever you hit a bump in the road. But on and on the van went. You heard muffled talk and laughter, which you presumed was your Masters in the front of the van but they seemed unconcerned with their bound cargo in the back.

After what seemed like a couple of hours the van stopped. From the sounds and smells you guessed this was a service station and shortly you heard the fuel cap come off and the sounds of fuel being pumped. The van pulled up a short distance and you heard the sound of doors locking. Then nothing. You were alone, tied and gagged in the bag of a van, in the middle of Germany, on the way to god only knows where. You were scared, but excited and if being like this was what being a slave was all about you wanted more of it.

Just as you were beginning to wonder if the Masters were ever coming back you heard the doors open and close. Someone was removing the canvas bag and untying you from the pole, only to retie the ropes around you but leaving you standing free. Your arms were still tightly behind your back, even more so now that the pole was not there. You were lowered to the floor on your front, care being taken to move your catheter and weighted balls between your legs. Your ankles were then drawn up and tied to your wrists, making a hog tie of you. The canvas bag was put over you again, leaving your head free but being tied tightly around the rest of you. You were then fixed to the floor with ropes across your back and legs but leaving your neck free.

You felt someone put a cushion under your head but this kindness was not to last for long as shortly someone sat on the cushion, pushing there naked body against your hooded head. Your gag was removed and before you could get a keep breath a large O ring was tied into your mouth, stretching your mouth wide open. An erect cock was forced into your open mouth. In your hog tie and being strapped to the floor you could not move anywhere to avoid the cock; only some slight up and down movement was possible but as the Master settled down he took control of your hooded head and maneuvered your head as he wanted. There was nothing you could do but take the cock in your mouth.

As he van took off again your head was pounded up and down onto the cock. When the road was smooth the Master forced his cock into the back of your throat so that you gagged. Every 20 minutes the Masters changed places and once the van stopped while the driver came back to fuck you in the mouth. All the time your cock was straining against the floor of the van being forced back between your hog-tied legs. You settled into the pattern of bouncing up and down with a cock in your mouth and mostly you enjoyed every minute of it. Occasionally the van went over a bump in the road and the cock was forced deep down your throat, causing you to gag and heave. After an hour the road was very bumpy and you suspected you were on a bush track. Even the master removed found the constant pounding too much and removed his cock leaving you to dribble on the floor, but at least get some deep breaths.

After a further 10 minutes the van lurched to a stop and without a word the Masters left the van. Silence was all around you, the hood effectively stopping any but the loudest noises in. You concentrated on your butt plug, the catheter, your ball rings and your erect cock, which mercifully started to deflate. Your jaws ached from the relentless face fucking but the O ring held them open. After what seemed a life time the back of the van opened and you bonds were removed, leaving you with the but plug and catheter in, ball ring on and hood still firmly anchored to your head. The chain between your nipple rings was removed and that was a huge relief. You were led by a chain attached to your collar out of the van, across some grass and into what you presumed was a barn of some sort; the smell of hay and cow shit were the only clues. You were forced into a kneeling position and the hood removed. The wave of fresh air on your face caused you to sway but Master Ian steadied you by holding you firmly against his now leather covered thighs.

You were offered a bottle of fruit juice, then another, as you gulped to quench your burning thirst. You noticed very little urine coming from the catheter and remembered you had not drunk since the morning and it was now later afternoon. You noticed at one end of the barn a brazier with a roaring fire in it and several chains and shackles slung around. Without ceremony Master Ian pushed you towards the fire and forced you once again to your knees. Master Mark held a wide metal collar ready and encircled your neck with it, locking it at the front with a key. The collar fitted snuggly around your neck so that it did not rub when you moved your head. Next snug metal shackles connected by short chains were attached to your wrists and ankles and locked into place. A long chain was attached to the collar, down to the wrist chain then down to the ankle chain, each free end of the chain padlocked to its metal cuff around your neck, wrist and ankle. Only a minimum of movement was possible. Your wrists were held at mid belly level so there was no chance of you playing with yourself. Master Peter took over with a red hot metal rod and welded the collar, wrist and ankle shackles shut. You were now permanently collared and shackled, or at least until someone with the key released your chains. As you tried to move around you realized how heavy the shackles and chains were and nothing but a shuffle was possible.

We hope you like your new clothes boy because that’s all you will be wearing while you are here.

No answer seemed necessary and you were still getting your mind around the permanency of this bondage. You’d not experienced anything like it before and it added a whole new dimension to your slavery. Your cock was hard, pointing your PA up and pulling your balls painfully against their metal ring.

You were led back to a stable and told to lie down on the hay. A rough blanket was thrown over you and you were told to get some sleep. As you lay there you could see that the Masters had thought that with the catheter you would not need to take a piss and the plug kept your arse closed, so you could just lie there and contemplate your fate. The hay was at least soft, if not comfortable and you settled down to a fitful sleep. You woke periodically when the cold metal chain rubbed against your PA, or the butt plug worked its way to its widest part then stopped as your arse stretched painfully.

The long night ended as your blanket was ripped from you and a bucket of cold water thrown over you.